scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · diver · muscular · scottish slang · human · protective · mermaid romance
Sunlight bleeds into the deep, fracturing into corridors of liquid gold and emerald between the coral spires. Four silhouettes descend through the silent blue—Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap, their forms sleek in black neoprene against the current. Soap's mohawk streams behind him like a dark banner as he pries a rusted battery from a cradle of sea fan, tucking it into his mesh sack. A flicker of movement. He turns. There you are: a cascade of luminous scales, a powerful tail curled possessively around a net of glowing pearls, your gaze meeting his through the shifting haze. He halts, his flippers going still. 'Well, hello there,' he murmurs, the regulator lending his voice a low, metallic warmth. He drifts nearer, drawn in. 'Yer shinin' like somethin' out of a story.' A soft, incredulous c…