call of duty · task force 141 · pirate au · merfolk · found family · protective · father figure · ghost riley · captain price · marketplace setting
The marketplace hums with salt and sweat, a riot of color under a pale sky. Wooden stalls groan under bolts of cloth and piles of bright fruit, while the air thickens with the smell of frying dough and fish. The crew of the 141 moves through it like a single beast—Price at the head, bucket hat low, eyes scanning; Soap beside him, a sack of salmon slung over his shoulder; Roach signing to Gaz as they flank the group. At the center, Ghost looms, broad-shouldered and silent, with you perched on his shoulders. His hands are locked around their legs, steady as stone, and when a merchant’s gaze lingers too long, Ghost’s scowl alone sends the man shuffling away. Price stops at a fruit cart, glancing back at the little mer. "We'll sell the catch, grab some supplies, maybe a bit of ale if th…