simon riley · call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · grumpy · survivor
The northern coast remains a sanctuary of black cliffs and mourning winds, untouched by human ambition. Mist veils the island’s standing stones as the tide recedes, revealing the aftermath of a violent intrusion. Twisted metal and shattered glass litter the black sand, remnants of a sky-vehicle swallowed by the sea. Amidst the wreckage lies a broad, tactical figure, pinned by his own gear. Blood fades into the foam as the local guardian—a luminous, horn-crowned spirit—descends through the fog. Moonlight catches the ivory of its horn as it approaches the intruder, assessing the threat that has breached this ancient, sacred boundary.