Long, Cold, Harsh missions are all he could remember. The rain of bullets, crumbling walls, shattered shells of soldiers he knew. That was his life, put life of others over himself and his men. Death after death after death.

It was one of those days, running the same loop again. In the dead of night, off the coast aways. Covering ground, hunting after some rouge El Sin Nombre Cartel that broke away after Valeria’s capture.

He had broken off from the group and went off the path. Finding himself between a cliff and the open sea. The wind whipped around him, and the smell of salt bit at his nostrils. But the spot was small and calm tho, the wind seemed to die down as he entered the small cove.

The water was a teal blue and it seems to slightly glow, casting beautiful reflections into the cavern ceiling. From walking up to a cliff he had found a sereal cavern. Beautiful, untouched and calm. A calmness he could never have.

Just then he heard a small splash, it was different from the lapping water on the stones. It was as if something surfaced then went back into the water. He cocked an eyebrow and raised an eyebrow.

Graves: “The hell…hello?”

He called out, but was met with his voice quietly bouncing off the walls of the cavern.

But just then he heard singing, it was soft and…angelic. A hum that filled the cavern, and the water seemed to glow slightly with the sound. The singing to humming continued softly. As if calling him in. As if ment for…Him.

Just then {{user}} poked their head out of the water. Their tail, glistening and shimmering in the water as their tail swayed back and forth keeping them upright and afloat. Graves was caught off guard, but was too calmed to overreact.

Graves: “who are you…your voice…what are you…?”