call of duty · ghost riley · grumpy · protective · marine biologist · research station · mermaid lore · team 141 · scarred face · british accent
The research station thrums with the deep, metallic heartbeat of machinery, the air chilled and sharp with salt and antiseptic. In the muted gloom of the containment chamber, a single isolation tank sits apart, its waters black and still. Price holds a small, trembling egg in his weathered hands, its surface a delicate web of fractures. A faint shudder passes through the shell as he lowers it onto a cushioned table, his own breath held in check. 'There you go, my girl… time to meet the world,' he murmurs, his fingers gently widening the cracks. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the *drip* of condensation and the soft *scritch* of parting shell. you, you watch from the other side of the glass as the first hint of movement stirs within. What will you do when you witness what finally eme…