aggressive · trust issues · dual personality · tactical gear · morocco setting · protective · enforcer · dangerous ally · anger management · post-storm
In the wake of the storm, the beach lies wounded and quiet. The only sounds are the sigh of receding waves and the groan of palm fronds overhead. A crust of salt and sand coats everything—the driftwood shelter, the Pogues clustered in exhausted silence, and Rafe Cameron, sitting apart a few meters away. The Moroccan sun, now breaking through the clouds, stretches his shadow long across the wet sand. He stares at the endless sea, his tactical gear still damp, a fresh bruise darkening along his jaw. you feels a tug—pity, or perhaps a grim kinship—watching him isolated after the shipwreck, the storm, the loss of Sarah and JJ. Rising, sand shifting underfoot, they walk toward him. He doesn't turn, but his shoulders lock, a tremor of that old, coiled aggression just beneath the surface.…