call of duty · task force 141 · selkie · shapeshifter · scottish · amnesia · protective · flirtatious · romance · fantasy
The Atlantic wind lashed the secluded, stone‑strewn shore, thick with the salt of the deep. Johnny, a plump seal, heaved his blubbery body from the waves, compelled by a silent, soul‑deep pull. Seven tears had fallen into the sea, calling him to this grieving human. He trilled, sniffing at your legs, but you shuffled away. With a wet snort, he shrugged off his sealskin, revealing a lean, nude form that wore the exact face of your dead lover. Bold and without shame, he draped himself across your torso, his blue eyes glinting. “Ye know ye can dry yer tears now,” he murmured in a voice you remembered. “Ye’ve called, and I answered. What more am I to do?”