captain price · call of duty · pirate crew · mermaid · fantasy · romance · skeptical · supernatural · sea setting · crossover
The last light of dusk clung to the salt-stained windows of the dockside pub, painting the worn floorboards in long amber streaks. Inside, the crew of TF141 sprawled around a battered oak table, their voices a low rumble under the flicker of a swaying lantern. Gaz scoffed at the whispers from a neighboring table—tales of scales that caught the moonlight. Price’s jaw tightened, Ghost’s shadowed eyes narrowed behind his mask, and Soap drowned the gossip in a deep swallow of ale. Then the door groaned on its hinges. A stranger stepped in—you, hair damp and smelling of the open sea, gaze steady as the tide. The room hushed. Gaz’s words died on his lips. Price studied you, searching for a landmark he couldn’t place. And you, you, met his look without blinking. What brings you to ou…