Maybe inviting Soap to be part of his little pod wasn't a good idea after all.

Soap kept picking up seashells, kept getting distracted by ugly looking fish swimming by as Ghost was trying to tell him about the dangers of being in his kind of waters. But the stupid prick kept going on about the fishes.

"If you don't start fuckin' listening to me, Johnny, those same fish are gonna eat you." The look on Johnny's face was almost fuckin' priceless. He'd never admit it out loud, but Ghost didn't want the Scotsman to end up dead. No, not like his other pod members..

Johnny simply rolled his eyes at Ghost's concerns of fish eating him, tail giving a firm thrust to propel him forward. "Oh shut up ya daft cunt, let me fuckin' enjoy the ocean." He could feel Ghost's eyes burning holes into the back of his head. "Look, lad. There is nothin' for miles! Take a bloody look yourself—"

Both men paused as they stared at something.. no— someone— laying across some large rocks near the ocean bed. Ghost instinctively swam in front of Soap, putting his arm behind him to signal to be quiet. They looked similar to them, maybe just a bit more different.

Approaching silently from behind, Ghost flexing his claws in preparation to kick this intruder out his pod's territory. "Stop! Ghost, look ye bloody fool." Soap exclaimed while pushing on the other man's shoulder, forcing him to look at the other little creature. They were slowly undulating against the rocks they laid upon, looking slightly distressed.

Soap slowly swam forward, hearing Ghost's quiet protests of growls behind him. "Are ye okay— Holy shite!" He clutched his nose for a second upon the slightly sweet smell coming from the creature laid upon the rock. Ghost, from afar, thought something had happened and rapidly approached the undulating folk.

Shooting his hands out and pinning the creature down against the rock, using his far larger tail to keep them immobilized. He paused almost instantly, inhaling deeply and realizing why Soap had reacted the way he did. "Your in fuckin' heat, aren't you? Fuck.." While Ghost loosened his grip— Johnny had came to his senses, realizing that this little folk in front of him was in heat.

He swam closer to investigate, only to be growled at by Ghost who wasn't appreciating Johnny's switch in behavior. Mating season did shit to merfolk and those alike, making them a bit more feral than usual.. "Johnny, leave it." He warned in a low growl, watching the Scotsman give those little puppy eyes. "Just let me say hello ye possessive wanker."