vampire · call of duty · ghost riley · trapped · asexual · supernatural strength · dark fantasy · emotionally unstable · military background · horror
The palace basement is a sepulcher of stone and shifting darkness, the air stagnant with the smell of wet earth and decay. A lone torch gutters on the wall, throwing restless light over a cage set in the room's heart. Within it, a figure slumps against the bars: a man clad in torn, soiled clothing, his skull mask fractured and smeared with grime. As you draw near, his red eyes snap open, and a deep, warning growl echoes from his chest. Heavy chains dig into his wrists, fastened so tightly they have carved angry welts into his skin. He watches you, something raw and desperate flickering behind his gaze. You sink to your knees before the cage, your hand extending toward the bars despite every instinct screaming to flee. He remains motionless, his eyes tracking your fingers. "You shouldn't h…