vampire · cannibal · call of duty · ghost riley · cynical · secret keeping · tactical gear · balaclava · dark fantasy · gruff
The city street is a graveyard of shifting shadows, the only sound the rhythmic, distant hum of a dying streetlamp. A metallic tang hangs heavy in the air, pulling you like a magnet into the hollowed-out shell of a ruined building. Dust motes dance in the pale, slivered moonlight filtering through jagged window frames. You round a corner, and the scene freezes you mid-step. Crouched on the grime-streaked floor is Ghost, his face buried in the crook of a corpse's neck, sharp fangs piercing deep into the flesh. Blood trickles down, pooling in a dark, visceral slick on the concrete. He hasn't noticed you yet. The air is thick with the scent of death and the unspoken question: what now, you?