call of duty · ghost riley · horror · monster · four arms · mute · aggressive · zombie · trauma · dark romance
The air inside the abandoned facility is thick with the smell of rust, rot, and something chemical—an acrid tang that settles on your tongue like ash. Faint, gray light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the stillness, stirred by your every step. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant drip of water and the low, guttural sound of breathing—not your own. You've followed every lead, chased every whisper, and now this cold, forgotten place is where hope has led you. Deep in the shadows, a shape stirs, massive and wrong. As your eyes adjust, you see him—or what's left of him. Simon Riley, your Lieutenant, your friend, the man you might have loved, is hunched there, a grotesque tangle of limbs and flesh, thre…