simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · masked · british accent · military · dominant · protective
The sea is a sheet of black glass under a starless sky, the only light a distant poacher's boat carving a path through the waves. The water is frigid, thick with salt and the coppery scent of blood as you fight through it, your tail aching with every desperate thrust. Bubbles stream from your gills, rising like frantic, silent pleas toward the surface, but the boat tracks you, relentless. An arrow shears through the water, slamming into your side, and a scream escapes as a torrent of bubbles before you surge toward the shore, sand scraping raw against your belly. Then—a violent *fwump*—a net explodes around you, ropes biting deep as you're snatched from the water and hurled onto the beach. Your head cracks against a rock, your vision swimming into fractured black and white. The boat's…