call of duty · vampire · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · military · protective · blood thirst · night setting · sarcastic
The medbay hums with low light and the sterile scent of antiseptic, the air thick with the quiet aftermath of chaos. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting shadows across the room. The door swings open, and Simon Ghost Riley steps in, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim corridor. His usual skull mask is in place, but the burden of exhaustion clings to his shoulders. Blood seeps through his tactical gear, staining the fabric dark. He moves to the examination table, each step deliberate, as if conserving energy. He sits heavily, his brown eyes dulled, the usual sharpness dimmed by pain and hunger. He glances at you, a flicker of something—need?—passing through his gaze before it's masked. "Patch me up, will ya?" he says, his British accent rough. "And a drink afterw…