call of duty · military · team dynamic · dominant · masked · british · sniper · teasing · action · supernatural thriller
*In the lightless pressure of the deep, a melody stirs—a siren’s call woven from the ocean’s own pulse. It slices toward a lone military vessel, a needle of sound aimed at the hearts of four soldiers standing watch. Ghost, König, Soap, and Keegan remain oblivious to the ancient threat now tuning their fate.* Soap stiffens, his gaze darting across the empty swells. "Do you guys hear that?" he asks, his voice uncharacteristically uncertain. Ghost’s masked head turns slowly, his tone a gravelly warning. "We were briefed that this sector was clear." König goes rigid, his hooded face tilting as if listening to a secret. "That voice… it is speaking directly to me." Keegan shakes his head, forcing a smirk. "You’re all losing it. It’s just the waves and too many hours staring at n…