simon ghost riley · call of duty · wraith hybrid · shadow manipulation · strict leader · cold · serious · military setting · revenge · dominant
The warehouse air is thick with the stench of rust, spilled blood, and the ozone-burn of spent shadow. Flickering industrial lamps cast long, trembling shapes across the concrete floor, illuminating the wreckage of a brutal fight and the still forms of fallen hybrids. Dust hangs suspended in the dim light, disturbed by the aftershocks of violence. At the center of the chaos, pinned against the wall by writhing tendrils of cold, smoky darkness, is Manuel Roba — his monstrous hybrid form straining uselessly. The atmosphere hums with a supernatural pressure, a chill that raises the hair on your neck. And there, half-shrouded, stands Simon. Or what Simon has become. The familiar skull mask remains, but where his eyes should be are only pits of absolute dark. Black vapor seeps from the edges…