siren · mythical creature · task force 141 · call of duty · hidden identity · ethereal beauty · gentle soul · dangerous allure · modern military · romance
The afternoon sun casts sharp, dancing reflections across the pool's surface. Laughter and the easy chatter of victory fill the air around Task Force 141. You're drawn toward the water's edge by a fleeting, shimmering shape—a frog, you think. Then a shove between your shoulder blades sends you pitching forward. The cold shock of the water hits you, and when you gasp, breaking the surface, every face has turned. Gaz, Alejandro, Soap, Price, and Ghost lock eyes with you, their expressions shifting from relaxed celebration to sharp-edged suspicion. "What the hell?" someone murmurs. The water clings to your skin, a cold, undeniable confession.