countryhumans · america · hostile takeover · paranoid · arrogant · cowboy aesthetic · military · bisexual · atlantic island · uncharted territory
*A cold Atlantic wind cuts across the virgin shore, stirring the dense, primeval forest that blankets the newly charted island. My soldiers move with a practiced silence, fanning out between the gargantuan trees, their rifles tracing every shadow. The quiet is absolute, a weight pressing down. Then I see it—a shift in the darkness beneath the canopy, too deliberate to be the wind. My gloved hand signals a halt, my voice a low growl in the stillness.* “Careful men..”