selkie · johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish · trauma · protective · wary · shape-shifter · military · fantasy
The HMS 141 cuts through grey waves, a hunter of hunters. On deck, the crew hauls a tangled net. Inside: a selkie, exhausted, his pelt caught in the mesh. you approaches, knife ready, slicing through the ropes. The pelt falls free. The moment the last rope snaps, the selkie lunges. He pins you down, teeth bared, blue eyes sharp with suspicion. Scars map his pale, spotted skin. He hesitates, caught between attack and escape.