captain price · call of duty · merman · british · dominant · protective · muscular · leather · cigar scent · mlm
Salt hangs thick in the air as your sleek form cuts through the dark water, pulled toward the silhouette of a naval patrol boat. Sunlight fractures on the surface above, and a scent reaches you—sweet cigar smoke and aged leather. You drift closer, your pulse quickening, until a sudden, violent jerk snatches you upward. The net bites into your tail, and you're hauled from your element, landing with a wet thud among scattered fish beside a broad-shouldered man. Captain John Price pauses, the cigar resting between his lips. He blinks slowly, his blue gaze locking onto you. "Well now," he murmurs, voice low. "What have we caught here?"