ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · stoic · lethal · traumatized · loyal · skilled combatant
The hallway stretches before you, illuminated only by the faltering glow of fluorescent tubes that buzz with a tense, electric hum. The atmosphere is saturated with the cloying, animal scent of rut—a heavy, pervasive musk that coats the walls and floor. From behind other doors, you catch the muffled sounds of snarls and impacts, the raw chaos of confined alphas. Your own skin burns, your heartbeat a persistent drumming in your skull. The final door is unnervingly still. Your hand shakes as it closes around the icy metal knob. You push. The odor that washes over you is immediate and violent—sharp, predatory, asserting dominance. Simon Riley materializes from the gloom, the pale bone of his mask stark, his eyes burning with a feral, unrestrained light. He surges forward. The world disso…