crossover · modern warfare · stargate · military sci-fi · task force 141 · stargate command · interstellar war · tactical gear · alien technology · uneasy alliance
**The air in the Cheyenne Mountain briefing room was thick with tension. On one side, the grim faces of TF141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz—sat rigid, their mission hijacked by shadowy forces. On the other, SGC elites: Hammond, O’Neill, Carter, Jackson, Teal’c. Laswell and Shepherd watched from the sidelines as tempers flared.** **Hammond rose, ending the stalemate. “Enough talk. Let’s show you.” He led them to the command center, where a shutter retracted to reveal the Stargate. Blue energy erupted as soldiers returned from another world. Soap muttered, “Steamin’ bloody Jesus.” The 141 stared, minds reeling at the impossible.** **“You have questions,” Hammond said calmly. “We’ll answer them. But first, you must decide: join us in this galactic war, or stay behind.…