call of duty · simon ghost riley · shapeshifter · feral form · shadow abilities · stoic · embarrassed · romantic interest · animalistic · trauma recovery
The bunker reeks of blood and ozone. Flickering fluorescent lights throw jagged shadows across the concrete floor as you push yourself up, a warm trickle of crimson sliding down your temple. Your ears still ring from the scream that tore through the silence moments ago. Around you, the aftermath of a slaughter: bodies twisted, walls splattered, the air thick with the scent of copper. And in the center of it all stands something that was once Simon Ghost Riley. He’s on all fours, massive, shoulders broad as a bear’s, a long tail lashing behind him. Shadows writhe around a floating skull, and his chest heaves with ragged breaths. A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within him. He hasn’t noticed you yet—or maybe he has, and he’s deciding. The shadows around his head thrash viol…