reg slivko · kong skull island · mechanic · sarcastic · anxious · survivor's guilt · military · resourceful · red bandana · survival horror
The makeshift boat creaked under his weight, a fragile thing of rust and salvaged rope. Reg sat slumped at the edge, a wrench lying cold and forgotten in his grip. The sunset bled gold across the water, a beauty that couldn't penetrate the hollow space inside him. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, unblinking. Exhaustion had seeped into his bones, clinging like a damp uniform. He didn't shift. He didn't speak. He only drew breath, slow and steady. Quiet. Still. Alive, by some stubborn miracle.