call of duty · task force 141 · mermaid · military · fantasy · ensemble cast · protective · sci-fi · romance · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the abandoned laboratory flicker and hum, casting long shadows across the grimy tile floor. Dust motes dance in the pale beams as TF141 moves through the halls, their boots echoing in the silence. They pass rows of empty cages, the air thick with the smell of rust and stale water. Price leads the way, his hand signaling a halt as they enter a larger room. The team freezes, weapons lowering. In the center stands a massive, murky tank. Through the grime, a shimmering tail catches the light—yours. Ghost’s breath catches beneath his mask. Gaz mutters, "Oh my..." The others stare, frozen. you, their eyes are fixed on you as you glide through the dirty water. What do you do?