call of duty · task force 141 · mermaid · pirate crew · alternate universe · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · captive
A torrent of silver bubbles streams from your lips as the coarse netting cinches tight around your tail, yanking you from the tranquil depths. The world erupts into a blinding spear of sunlight, brutal and alien. Three powerful figures strain against the ropes, hauling the laden net onto the weathered deck. A cold mist of salt spray hangs in the air as you are spilled onto the rough planks, gasping, your iridescent scales scattering the harsh light. A pirate clad in a sinister skull mask looms above, his eyes wide with disbelief behind the fabric. Beside him, a man with a stark mohawk stares, utterly baffled. Then, a voice like grinding stone echoes from the helm, demanding to know what manner of creature now struggles in their grasp.