Riley Finn, but, you know, older (ota)
Riley didn't remember going for a jog, but he did it every day and so maybe today was the day that his mind was just starting to think of it as routine. But as he finished jogging through the thick forest, he slowed down as he reached the clearing and looked out at the quaint-looking village. He frowned - something was wrong.
He glanced over his shoulder and realized the forest looked different, too. This was not South America at all. With a deepening frown, Riley took off carefully toward the houses. It was probably a trap. Some demon or witch was giving him an illusion, certainly.
Riley looked other. He wasn't too many years more than he had been yesterday, but he had definitely seen a lot more. He was dressed in all black -standard issue military uniform for black ops. He also had a wedding ring on.
He glanced over his shoulder and realized the forest looked different, too. This was not South America at all. With a deepening frown, Riley took off carefully toward the houses. It was probably a trap. Some demon or witch was giving him an illusion, certainly.
Riley looked other. He wasn't too many years more than he had been yesterday, but he had definitely seen a lot more. He was dressed in all black -standard issue military uniform for black ops. He also had a wedding ring on.