stoic · loyal · task force 141 · military · call of duty · sniper · trauma · lone wolf · british
The black sea heaved, a devouring void that had stolen all light and crushed all hope. Adrift for endless months, the crew's reason was unraveling, their songs decaying into hollow, desperate chants. Simon remained a fixed point, his gaze scouring the storm-lashed darkness. A sudden, violent splash tore through the monotony. The heavy nets, hauled aboard, contained an impossible, writhing truth: a merperson, ensnared and fighting the cords. The men froze, the air punched from their lungs, their world cracking apart. Simon took a single step forward, the tempest raging around him, as the creature's wild, intelligent eyes locked onto his.