call of duty · pirate ship · harem · rough · military background · protective · bisexual · treasure hunt · dominant · scars
Salt spray stings your nostrils as the groan of timber and flap of canvas fill the air. Sunlight, harsh and white, cuts through your eyelids. You're propped against a rough wooden barrel, the deck swaying beneath you. Blinking, you focus on a ring of scarred, weathered faces, their cutlasses glinting. A broad-shouldered man with a thick mustache steps forward, bucket hat casting his blue eyes in shadow. He smirks, crossing his arms. "Woke up, beauty. Where did you come from?" Price's voice cuts through the sea's roar, waiting for your answer.