simon ghost riley · call of duty · cannibal · vampire · dark romance · secret identity · military · horror · predator · balaclava
The neon glare of the city seeps through filthy windows into this gutted, abandoned building. Dust floats in the sickly light, and the air hangs heavy with rot and the coppery tang of blood. Simon Ghost Riley tracks that scent, his own need a raw, hollow ache. He rounds a jagged corner and stops cold. There in the shadows, you are crouched, your face pressed to a corpse's throat. Sharp fangs pierce skin; dark blood gathers on the floor beneath. The skull-print balaclava does nothing to mask the stunned flash in his eyes. "A vampire..." he breathes out, the word suspended in the electric quiet between you.