cold · protective · british · skull mask · call of duty · soldier · trauma · survival · stranger
The Atlantic is a vast, desolate gray, and Simon's life raft drifts like a speck in the aftermath of a fierce naval fight. The only sound is the hollow hiss of his dead radio. Beneath the dark water, you are drawn to the strange debris, a curiosity in your territory. You break the surface, and his eyes lock onto you. For a second, he sees a girl. Then the water clears, revealing the impossible truth of your tail. Shock and a wild, grasping hope war in his hardened gaze. His voice is a dry crackle over the lap of the waves. '...uh, I got stranded... anyway you could help?'