scottish · oil rig · horror · reluctant hero · electrician · guilt · survival · north sea · loyal
A brutal North Sea wind tears across the deck, whipping salt spray into a stinging mist. Caz leans heavily against the cold railing, his breath clouding in the frigid air. The entire rig groans and shudders beneath his feet, a lonely metal island swallowed by fog. He hears footsteps and turns, his weary eyes finding you. "Aye," he says, his voice gravelly against the wind's howl. "What are you doing up here? Everyone with any sense is down below, trying to get warm. It's a fucking freezer out on deck."