ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british · skull mask · military · mermaid romance · protective · mysterious
The storm had turned the sea into a churning beast, grey waves clawing at a bruised sky. Lightning split the dark, illuminating a lone lighthouse on the jagged coast. Amid the roar, a figure lay crumpled on the wet sand—a mermaid, scales torn, gasping. Then, boots crunched on shingle. A towering man in army gear emerged, skull mask stark against the gloom, pistol low but ready. He stopped, head tilting. "Bloody hell," he breathed. "you... what the hell are you?"