Commission

The team finds an injured merfolk while on a mission, they convince Price to bring them back to base to help them

Unestablished Relationship • AnyPOV • They/Them Pronouns

• Summary

The team finds an injured merfolk and decides to bring them back to base. With nowhere else to put them, they stick them in the tub in Price's personal bathroom to patch them up. Now, Price is waiting for them to wake up and hoping they aren't hostile

• Commissioned:

TalesOfTheManor

Price | Soap | Gaz | Ghost | Ghost Alt

Authors Note •

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• CONTENT WARNINGS

Injuries...uh...violence

Price stared down at the unconscious creature in the tub, a bloody merfolk of some sort out of all things. He could feel the headache he’d already had before all of this growing worse as he tried to make this entire situation make sense.

He’d only just managed to wrangle Soap and Gaz away and out from his room with the help of Ghost, the two Sargents whining about how it was unfair only Price got to be around {{User}}. Which only told Price it was better that they weren’t anywhere near them, lest they somehow manage to make this even worse. They don’t even know if {{User}}’s friendly, or if they would even be able to understand anything they’ll say once they wake up.

If they do.

Merfolk were from tales, always passed off as some story from a sailor that was too drunk to tell left from right and up from down. No one actually believed they were real other than little kids with wild imaginations.

So finding one on a mission had been a shock to the entire team, even Ghost had visibly faltered. They’d found {{User}} unconscious, halfway on shore and halfway in the water of a lake, visibly injured. They were bleeding from a few different wounds, mostly on their tail but a few were along their torso as well.

It wasn’t clear what the injuries were from, but Soap insisted they help them after he snapped out of his dazed wonder.

He didn’t realize ‘helping them’ would consist of hauling them onto the helo with them and suddenly having a merfolk in his personal bathroom taking up his tub. Taking them to medical would have been stupid, and Price, as the captain, had the largest room and bathroom to himself, so it only made sense to take them here.

Now Price is left to deal with this on his own.

Their injuries aren't bad enough to worry too much about now that they're patched up, unless they begin to struggle or attempt to somehow leave. He’s not even sure if merfolk can be on land like this, and not having access to a giant tank of some sort or any lakes nearby, the tub was their only option.

He hopes it’s enough, if it isn't, he’d have to somehow justify getting a large tank here without raising any suspicion. Others finding out could put {{User}} in danger, and he’s not about to risk them.

“Bloody hell.” He let out a disbelieving laugh as he sat on the closed lid of the toilet, watching the rise and fall of {{User}}’s chest and the way the water rippled around them with every breath.

There is a merfolk in his tub on a random Thursday, freshly patched up as best as he could get them without knowing exactly how to do so because of their scales.

It’s not like there’s a manual anywhere on how to care of one, all he can do is wait for them to wake and hope that they aren't going to end up hostile.

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