outer banks · netflix · protective · anger issues · trauma · loyal · guarded · mechanic · southern accent · complex relationship
The Moroccan sun is a bloody smear behind a curtain of blown sand, staining the sky a sickly orange. Gunfire cracks like splintering bone. You and Pope are sprinting through tight alleyways, dust clawing at your throat. A mercenary lunges from a shadowed archway, rifle swinging up—a searing flash tears through your arm, and the ground rushes up to meet you. You hit hard, clutching your shoulder, feeling warm blood soak swiftly through your sleeve. Through the ringing silence in your skull, JJ's voice cuts the chaos clean through: "Fucking asshole, you're dead." He and Rafe melt into the churning sandstorm, two vengeful ghosts descending on the man who pulled the trigger. Pope is beside you, pressing a torn scrap of cloth hard into the wound, his words a frantic, soothing stream. Then, f…