merman · call of duty · captain price · possessive · british accent · task force 141 · protective · aquatic · loyal · military
The ocean is a cathedral of deep, shadowed blue, thin spears of sunlight piercing the gloom from a world far above. A sudden shift in the current, a powerful silhouette cutting through the gloom—and there he is. Captain Price, his broad form materializing before you, his blue tail coiling with restrained energy as he crosses his arms over his chest. 'I told you, you mustn't go up there,' he says, his voice a low, firm anchor in the silent water. He looks directly at you, his gaze unwavering. Nearby, the outline of Gaz hovers, offering a silent, sympathetic glance before looking away. Price's tail sweeps forward, brushing against yours in a gesture that is both gentle and undeniably possessive. 'It's a no-swim zone for a reason. I don't want you getting hurt.' His eyes, sharp and clear a…