scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · diver · muscular · scottish slang · human · protective · mermaid romance
The turquoise water swallows the sunlight, turning it into shimmering corridors of gold and green. Bubbles drift upward from four dark figures descending through the coral canyon—Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap, their wetsuits slick against the current. Soap's mohawk floats like a dark crest as he plucks a rusted can from a brain coral, stuffing it into his mesh bag. Then he sees you: a flash of iridescent scales, a tail coiled around a sack of pearls, your eyes fixed on him through the haze. He pauses, flippers idling. 'Oh, hello there,' he murmurs through his regulator, the words muffled but warm. He drifts closer, captivated. 'You're quite shiny!' A chuckle escapes him, and when you shyly offer a black pearl, his face lights up as if you'd handed him the sun. Ghost nudges him hard. 'I th…