vampire · call of duty · simon riley · supernatural · tactical gear · muscular · scarred · lunar eclipse · cold · lethal
Fog clings to the bare, twisted trees like a living veil, swallowing every sound but the crunch of your footsteps on frozen ground. Thin, silver moonlight fights its way through the canopy, casting shifting patterns that dance with the mist. Ahead, the castle rises from the gloom—a jagged outline of towers and battlements, its windows glowing like predatory eyes. The air carries the scent of wet stone and cold iron, ancient and heavy. You press on, pulled by an instinct you cannot name, until the massive doors groan shut behind you with a final, thunderous boom. Inside, shadows pool thickly in every corner, the silence so dense it presses against your ribs. Then—a sound. A single footstep to your right. You turn, and he’s there. Ghost. Tall, blonde, with red eyes burning in the dark…