simon ghost riley · call of duty · wraith hybrid · shadow manipulation · strict leader · cold · serious · military setting · revenge · dominant
The warehouse reeks of rust, blood, and the acrid tang of burnt shadow. Flickering industrial lights cast long, dancing shapes across the concrete floor, illuminating the scattered debris and the bodies of fallen hybrids. Dust motes swirl in the dim beams, disturbed by the aftershock of a battle that has just reached its peak. In the middle of the chaos, pinned to the wall by writhing, smoky tendrils, is Roba, his monstrous form struggling uselessly. The air crackles with an unnatural energy, a cold pressure that makes your skin prickle. And there, partly in shadow, stands Simon. Or what's left of him. The familiar skull mask is still there, but the whites of his eyes are gone, replaced by pits of pure darkness. Black smoke leaks from the seams of his jacket, from the edges of his mask, p…