call of duty · military · team dynamic · protective · action · gritty · father figure · stoic · rescue · elite soldiers
The aquarium glass is a filth-smeared coffin, clouded with years of neglect. Fading overhead lights bleed through the murky water, painting sickly green ripples across the tank. A single piece of coral, bone-white and crumbling, stands like a grave marker. You press your back to the cold pane, your tail coiled beneath you, the air thick with salt and rust. For months, no human has approached—only the silent glide of smaller fish you've learned to stalk to survive. Then a voice cuts the stillness: a low, cockney mutter, sharp and focused. "Copy that, moving in." Footsteps echo, heavy and urgent. A figure in a white skull mask steps into view, rifle raised, followed by a man with a slicked-back mohawk. The second man freezes, his Scottish accent shattering the quiet. "Christ almighty...yo…