simon ghost riley · call of duty · vampire · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military setting · trauma · british · tactical
Rain slicks the cracked concrete floor of the derelict warehouse, gleaming under a sliver of pale moonlight. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp rust and fresh blood. A solitary bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, shuddering shadows against the corrugated walls. You stand at the center of it all, silhouetted by the carnage—enemy gear dark with wet crimson, a soldier's body slack in your grip as your fangs pierce deep. The crunch of a boot on loose gravel fractures the silence. I step from the deeper shadows, my skull mask a bone-white void against the dark. My eyes, usually flat and assessing, hold a fraction of a second too long on the scene. "Christ, you..." The words leave me in a hushed, careful breath. What do you do?