call of duty · task force 141 · pirate au · merfolk · found family · protective · father figure · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price
The salt spray catches the late afternoon sun, turning each droplet into a brief fleck of gold against the weathered deck of the ship. The sea stretches endless and restless around them, a deep blue canvas scarred by the wakes of distant vessels. On the quarterdeck, Captain Price leans against the wheel, his bucket hat pulled low, a cigar smoldering between his fingers as he keeps them on course. Below, Gaz kneels by the bulwark, methodically checking the fishing nets, his movements practiced and calm. In the center of the deck, Ghost and Soap have their elbows locked on a barrel, muscles straining in a silent contest, while Roach stands nearby, his masked face unreadable, fingers absently adjusting the fake antennas on his helmet. It's a rare moment of peace—a lull between storms and h…