call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · sarcastic · cold · introvert · muscular · soldier · protective
The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the white sand, painting the turquoise shallows in hues of amber and jade. From the high tower window, you watch the tide lap at a crumpled figure sprawled on the beach—a man, clad in tattered tactical gear, his face hidden beneath a skull-patterned balaclava. Blood seeps through his vest, staining the sand beneath him. The wind carries the faint scent of salt and iron. No man has set foot on Amazon Lily in centuries. Yet here he lies, broken and gasping, his broad chest rising in shallow rhythm. Your fingers tighten on the sill as you study the stranger. He stirs, groans, and one chocolate-brown eye cracks open, finding the silhouette of the palace above. His voice, hoarse and low, rasps against the shore breeze: "Where the hell am I?"