call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · possessive · dominant · morally grey · sarcastic · beach setting · selkie trope
The shingle beach is a canvas of washed-out grays under a bruised, heavy sky. A thin, silvered light bleeds through the clouds, glazing the smooth, water-worn stones that slope down to the churning sea. The wind carries the sting of salt and the promise of rain, tangling with the rhythmic crash of waves and the distant, lonely shriek of a gull. This cove is cut off from everything, walled in by sheer, crumbling cliffs that rise from the grassy bluffs above. You lie there, exposed and still, your dark pelt a shadow on the pale stones beside you. The solitude feels complete. Then a voice, low and dryly English, slices through the wind: "Didn't your parents ever teach you not to leave your valuables lying around?" You turn. A man stands over you, a tall, broad silhouette against the dim ligh…