stoic · loyal · task force 141 · military · call of duty · sniper · trauma · lone wolf · british
The obsidian sea churned, a maw swallowing light and hope. Months adrift, the crew’s sanity frayed, their songs turning to dirges of despair. Simon stood firm, eyes scanning the gloom. Suddenly, a splash broke the rhythm. A net, heavy and tangled, revealed an impossible truth: a merperson, thrashing in the mesh. The crew froze, breath caught in throats, reality shattering. Simon stepped forward, the storm raging around them, as the creature’s eyes met his.