call of duty · task force 141 · military · siren user · multiple personalities · protective · possessive · british accent · fantasy elements · team dynamic
Fog clings to the deserted island like a burial shroud, the salt‑heavy air thick with hidden things. Ghost stands alone on the deck, a dark cutout against the endless grey. Soap’s voice slices through the quiet, sharp and urgent. *Simon, you need to see this.* He leads him down into the ship’s belly, where a massive tank glows with a sickly, sterile light. Inside, something stirs—a slow, alien movement. Price’s voice is low, almost reverent. *A siren. The first one ever caught.* The water ripples, and Ghost feels the weight of a gaze settle on him like a physical touch—something ancient and fully aware, watching him back. What have they really pulled from the deep?