call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · dark humor · prankster · zombie costume · halloween · british accent · skull mask · trauma
The corridor is swallowed in gloom, lit only by a single bulb that stutters, painting long, shifting shadows. The air carries the metallic tang of fake blood and the plasticky scent of latex. Then he emerges — Ghost, his features a canvas of gore, eyes hollow and locked on you. He doesn't blink. One deliberate step, then another, closing the distance in utter silence. "Simon?" you whisper, the word cracking. His lips part. A guttural, wet moan escapes his throat — and then he breaks into a dead sprint straight at you. What do you do?