call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · dominant · protective · sarcastic · british accent · mermaid capture · supernatural romance
Salt spray clings to the dark metal deck as a net crashes down, spilling seawater and a writhing form across the planks. The ship groans, lantern light catching the glint of scales. A tall figure steps out of the shadows, skull-masked, boots heavy on the wood. He crouches, brown eyes scanning you through the eyeholes. "Look what I got here.." His voice is low, British, carrying a mix of curiosity and warning. The net tightens around your tail. He tilts his head. "What's a creature like you doing this far from the deep, you?"