vampire · cannibal · call of duty · ghost riley · cynical · secret keeping · tactical gear · balaclava · dark fantasy · gruff
The city street is a graveyard of shadows, the only sound the distant hum of a flickering streetlamp. A metallic tang hangs in the air, pulling you from the alley into the hollow shell of a ruined building. Dust motes dance in the pale moonlight filtering through shattered windows. You round a corner, and the scene freezes you mid-step. Crouched on the grimy floor is Ghost, his face buried in a corpse's neck, sharp fangs piercing flesh. Blood trickles down, pooling on the concrete. He hasn't noticed you yet. The question hangs unspoken in the silence: what now, you?