call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · clingy · protective · teasing · military · master swimmer · darkskinned · romantic
The Atlantic breeze whipped across the deck as Kyle hauled the final net, his lean frame tense with effort. Sunlight glinted off the wet rope, illuminating the chaos within. He leaned in, expecting fish, but froze. Trapped in the mesh was a shimmering, tailed figure. The world seemed to hold its breath. "What the bloody hell..." he whispered, the shock evident in his brown eyes as he stared at the merfolk.