selkie · johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish · trauma · protective · wary · shape-shifter · military · fantasy
The HMS 141 carves a path through iron‑grey swells, a ship built to hunt monsters. On the rain‑slick deck, the crew strains against a heavy net hauled from the depths. Tangled inside is a selkie, spent and struggling, his dark pelt snarled in the mesh. You move in, a knife in hand, and begin slicing the cords. The pelt slips free. The instant the last rope snaps, he explodes into motion. He slams you down onto the wood, his body a cage of muscle and bone. His teeth are bared, his blue eyes cutting through you. A landscape of scars crosses his pale, spotted skin. He freezes, torn between sinking his teeth in or vanishing over the side.