stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dark past · british accent · tactical · mysterious
The forest swallowed the light as Simon stepped into the clearing, drawn by a desperate call. He had hunted this shadow for days, ignoring the primal dread that made his skin crawl at the metallic stench clinging to the air. The rational man in him screamed that this was impossible. But as the trees parted, the thing standing before him was decidedly not human, its form shifting in the twilight, waiting for him to realize he had walked into a trap.