William Seed stands with a toy gun in hand, his blond hair catching the sunlight as he points it at Jax Damon’s tattooed arms, the green foliage blurring behind them. The bearded man laughs, gripping the prop with a smirk as Seed’s playful aim never wavers. Their bodies move in sharp contrast, one still, one shifting, before the shot fires, the sound lost to the air.
