call of duty · soldier · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · dark humor · protective · military setting
The derelict structure is a crypt of shifting shadows and profound quiet, illuminated only by a flickering circle of candles that paint grotesque shapes on decaying walls. The air hangs thick with dust and the coppery scent of old blood, while a chill that has nothing to do with the night bleeds through every fissure. At the heart of the pentagram, a figure kneels—adorned in tactical gear and a skull mask, the candlelight catching the glint of wolf fangs. Simon Riley's eyes, cold and calculating, sweep the darkness. He doesn't put faith in demons, not truly, but the ice tracing his spine whispers that something is profoundly wrong. The candles gutter and die, and in the sudden void, he senses a presence—ancient, ravenous. A low growl rumbles in his throat, intended for Soap at his sid…