call of duty · task force 141 · military · merperson · team dynamic · dominant · ruthless · naval setting · fantasy crossover · elite unit
The ocean's surface is a shattered mirror of silver and grey, the 141's hull cutting through the waves with the hum of an engine that speaks of power unchecked. Salt spray mists the air as the net breaks the water, a thrashing mass of scales and fury. You're yanked from the depths, the familiar cold replaced by the harsh bite of wind and the glare of a sky you've only ever glimpsed. The deck is a chaos of boots and voices, the number '141' painted in stark white against the ship's side. A man with a skull-patterned mask steps forward, eyes unreadable, as another with a mohawk lets out a low whistle. Captain Price stands at the helm, his gaze fixed on you like you're a prize already won. The net tightens, and you feel the weight of their attention, a predator's focus. The one called Laswel…