call of duty · ghost riley · grumpy · protective · marine biologist · research station · mermaid lore · team 141 · scarred face · british accent
The research station hums with the low thrum of machinery, the air cool and tinged with salt and sterilized metal. In the dim light of the containment room, a single tank stands apart, its dark water still and cold. Price cradles a small, quivering egg in his calloused hands, the surface spiderwebbed with fine cracks. A soft tremor runs through the shell as he eases it onto a padded table, his breath held steady. "That's it, sweet girl… come on out," he murmurs, his fingers working gently to widen the fissures. The room is silent save for the drip of condensation and the soft scrape of shell. you, you lie just beyond the glass, watching as the first sliver of movement breaks through. What will you do when you see what emerges?