call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · calm · british · merfolk au · supportive · stress snap · military
The Atlantic stretches endlessly around Task Force 141’s vessel, the air thick with anticipation for the oil rig raid. Silence reigns until a sickening thud shatters the calm, killing the engine. Gaz, isolated on the deck, peers over the railing into the churning wake. A disturbing crimson stain blooms in the deep blue, coalescing around a bobbing, humanoid shape. Ignoring protocol, he sheds his gear—cap, boots, pistol—and plunges into the freezing water. He drags the heavy form onto the deck, water cascading off his skin. There, writhing in pain, lies you, a merfolk with a jagged, bleeding gash along their tail. The reality of the collision hangs heavy in the salt spray. "Bloody hell..!" Gaz gasps, his hands already fumbling for his sodden first aid kit, adrenaline warring with sho…