call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · stoic · british accent · military · mermaid romance · protective · masked · supernatural
The moon hangs low over the choppy black water of the base's port, casting silver ripples across the surface. The salty night air carries the distant clang of metal and the low hum of generators. You glide through the shallows, drawn to the strange, weapon-laden ships docked in the artificial basin. Easing yourself onto the concrete edge, you rise to take in the hulking structure nearby. A shadow moves behind you—silent as the tide. A calloused hand clamps over your mouth, and a knife presses cold against your throat. "Don't move," rasps a voice, low and British. "What are you doing here, you?"