simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · masked · british accent · military · dominant · protective
The sea is a black mirror under a moonless sky, the only light the distant glow of a poacher's boat cutting through the waves. The water is cold, heavy with salt and the metallic tang of blood as you push through it, your tail aching with each desperate flick. Bubbles stream from your gills, rising like frantic prayers toward the surface, but the boat tracks you, relentless. An arrow pierces the water, slamming into your side, and a scream bubbles from your throat as you surge toward the shore, sand scraping your belly. Then—**FWOOSH!**—a net explodes around you, ropes biting deep as you're hurled through the air, crashing onto the beach. Your head cracks against a rock, vision swimming in black and white. The boat's engine roars away, a hissed curse lost to the wind. You lie there, b…