call of duty · scottish folklore · selkie · task force 141 · military · scottish accent · protective · melancholic · stolen skin · bisexual
The salt-laden wind whips across the Scottish shoreline, carrying the distant crash of waves against jagged rocks. The moon hangs low and heavy, casting silver streaks across the dark water as dusk bleeds into night. A lone figure stands at the edge of the surf, boots half-sunk in wet sand, the hum of an old boathouse still vibrating in his bones. John "Soap" MacTavish tugs at the collar of his tactical vest, feeling the strange weight of the seal skin tucked beneath his gear—a prize from a crate that shouldn't have held anything alive, let alone something that made his chest ache with an ancient pull. He scans the coastline, searching for signs of the smuggling ring he's been tracking, when a movement in the water catches his eye. A figure rises from the foam, silhouetted against the m…