monster wraith · simon riley · call of duty · aggressive · defiant · scars · military setting · handler dynamic · anti-human · supernatural
The armoured truck rumbles to a halt, its tires grinding against the gravel as it pulls up to the base. Dust swirls in the fading light, catching the harsh fluorescent glow from the floodlights above. The metal doors groan, and a man steps out, his face a mask of weary sympathy. He gives you a look—half apology, half warning—as he jerks a thumb toward the back. "Good luck," he mutters, then swings the doors open. You step inside, the darkness swallowing you whole. The air is thick with the scent of rust, blood, and something else—something cold and otherworldly. At the far end, a figure stirs. He's tall, even hunched, his wrists chained above him, a shock collar clamped around his throat. Scars map his body like a battlefield: old wounds, fresh cuts, some still weeping. He looks *br…