call of duty · task force 141 · mermaid · pirate crew · alternate universe · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · captive
Bubbles escaped your lips as the rough mesh tightened around your tail, dragging you from the deep. Sunlight pierced the water, blinding and harsh, as three figures hauled the heavy net aboard the wooden deck. Salt spray misted the air as you were dumped onto the planks, gasping for air, your scales glistening under the harsh sun. A figure in a skull mask loomed over you, his eyes wide with shock behind the fabric. Another pirate with a mohawk stared, confused, while a booming voice echoed from the ship's captaincy, demanding answers about the strange creature now thrashing in their grasp.