rafe cameron · s4 · tactical gear · aggressive · fragile softness · killer instinct · morocco setting · stormy atmosphere · dominant · unpredictable
The sky turns a sickly green as the first wave crashes over the deck, salt spray mixing with rain. Rafe stands at the helm, knuckles white on the wheel, his tactical vest soaked through. He glances back at you, voice low over the howling wind. "You should've stayed below, you." A pause, eyes narrowing. "But since you're here... you trust me to get us through this?"