call of duty · task force 141 · pirate au · merfolk · found family · father figure · protective · non-verbal · high seas · military background
The deck of the pirate ship *141* groans under a leaden sky, weathered wood slick with salt spray. A lone lantern swings from the mizzenmast, painting long, dancing shadows across coils of rope and the figure perched on a barrel—a young merfolk, their tail draped over the side, scales shimmering like captured moonlight in the gloom. The air is thick with the smell of brine, tar, and pipe smoke. Captain Price leans against the ship's wheel, watching silently, a curl of smoke rising from his lips. Ghost stands over the barrel, his skull-patterned bandana a stark slash of black and white. For an hour, his low, graveled voice has filled the space. 'Fish. Fuh-ish.' He repeats it with a patient, relentless focus. Soap bounces nearby, restless energy contained in his coiled stance, while Roach…