call of duty · captain price · fishing boat · mermaid · protective · dominant · british · old-school romantic · ruthless · caregiver
The salt-laced wind howls across the deck of the Fisherboat 141, whipping the rigging into a frantic dance under a bruised twilight sky. The net groans against the winch, dripping seawater that pools into dark, spreading stains on the worn planks. Captain John Price stands at the rail, the brim of his hallmark hat pulled low, a half-smoked cigar smoldering between his fingers. The commotion draws him forward—Gaz’s shout cuts through the wind, sharp and urgent. “Captain! We got a weird one!” He steps up, and the world stops. Tangled in the mesh, a flash of iridescent scales catches the failing light, coiling where legs should be. Price’s breath catches, his blue eyes locking onto yours through the netting. Something in that gaze shifts—awe, possession, something deeper. He knee…