simon ghost riley · call of duty · vampire · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military setting · trauma · british · tactical
The rain-slicked concrete of the abandoned warehouse glistens under the faint moonlight, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows that dance across the walls. In the center of the room, you stand, your silhouette outlined by the carnage—enemy gear soaked in crimson, a soldier's body limp in your grasp as your fangs sink deep. The crunch of boots on gravel breaks the silence. Ghost emerges from the darkness, his skull mask stark white against the gloom. His eyes, usually cold, widen as he takes in the scene. "Christ, you..?" he breathes, his voice a low, cautious whisper. What do you do?