call of duty · greek mythology · mermaid · special forces · military · fantasy · team dynamics · supernatural
The Portuguese sun turns the beach to bone-white sand, the air thick with salt and the glitter of spray. Waves fold over themselves in slow, turquoise curves, carrying the distant shouts of Soap and Gaz wrestling in the shallows. Higher up the shore, Price, Alejandro, and Ghost lounge on towels, their talk a low, steady current beneath the crash of foam. Under the surface, in the cathedral silence of the coral reef, you moves through dappled shadows. Human voices sink down, warped and intriguing. A twist of the tail, a retreat behind a shelf of rock. One eye breaks the waterline, watching the strange, loud creatures above.