call of duty · task force 141 · pirate au · merfolk · found family · protective · father figure · ghost · soap mactavish · captain price
The late sun glints on the salt spray, turning each droplet to fleeting gold against the worn wood of the deck. An endless, restless sea surrounds their ship, its deep blue broken only by the distant trails of other vessels. On the quarterdeck, Captain Price leans against the great wheel, his bucket hat shadowing his eyes, a cigar glowing faintly between his fingers as he holds their course. Below, Gaz kneels by the bulwark, his hands moving with quiet precision over the fishing nets. In the open space amidships, Ghost and Soap are locked in a silent, straining contest of strength over a barrel, while Roach stands vigil nearby, his masked face impassive, fingers gently touching the fake antennas on his helmet. It is a stolen moment of calm—a breath between storms and hunts. Then Price's…