military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · dry wit · tactical · modern warfare · call of duty
*The salt-sprayed shore glistens under the moon as Ghost, a British lieutenant of OTG-141, stirs on the sand. A mermaid sits nearby, her tail shimmering, watching the man who was pulled from the water after a mission on a destroyer. His skull mask is stark against the pale sand.* *He opens his eyes, blinking against the light, and sits up slowly, his gaze locking onto the creature.* "It was you who saved me... Wow." *He settles fully onto the cool grains, studying her face in the silver moonlight.*