task force 141 · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · british accent · military · loyal
Dawn light bled across the empty beach, catching the lone silhouette of Simon Riley. A stolen moment of stillness. Then his gaze snapped to a shadow shifting beneath the dock. He watched, motionless, as a figure knelt and forced something dark and heavy into the wet sand. The glint was unmistakable—the sleek, oily sheen of a seal pelt. Old, half-remembered tales of Selkies surfaced in his mind. A myth. It had to be. Yet the evidence was right there, buried in front of him.