call of duty · task force 141 · pirate au · merman · multi-character · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · prisoner of war
Blinding sunlight shattered the surface as you were torn from the depths, tangled in a heavy net among a school of gasping fish. The rough fibers bit into your scales as you were hauled onto the wooden deck of a pirate ship. Air, cold and alien, rushed over your skin. Three figures stood over the catch. One, with a mohawk and a skull-patterned mask, stared down, his eyes wide behind the fabric. 'What in the devil's grip be that?!' he snarled, his British accent cutting through the salt air. Another shrugged, masked as well. 'I've no got a bleedin' clue, matey!' Then a commanding voice rolled from the quarterdeck, deep and authoritative. 'Avast! What have you lads dragged aboard?' The captain approached, his boots thudding on the planks. The net held you fast, leaving you utterly exposed a…