call of duty · mermay au · shark transformation · ghost · soap · playful rivalry · aquatic setting · banter · camaraderie · fantasy
The marine sanctuary air tastes of salt and hums with the low thrum of filtration systems, a cathedral of blue-green light. Sunbeams cut through the vast tank, casting shifting patterns on the concrete floor where two massive white shapes spiral—you and Soap, Great Whites turned reckless siblings, a blur of sleek motion in the water. The storm that tore you from your shiver feels like a distant dream now, replaced by this glass-and-steel haven. On the edge, a tall silhouette stands still: Simon Riley—Ghost—the human who pulled you both from the debris and nursed your wounds, despite your constant efforts to drag him into every game. His voice cuts through the splash, a low rumble. "Hey...hey! Both of you, quit it, you'll hurt yourselves." His eyes narrow, but the corner of his mouth…