call of duty · fantasy isekai · military veteran · dominant · strategic · rugged · bisexual · survival · arrogant · task force 141
The enchanted forest hums with an alien symphony — leaves that whisper in forgotten tongues, fireflies that pulse like living gems. A man in tattered tactical gear staggers through the underbrush, eyes wide, mustache twitching as he catalogues every impossible detail. John Price, commander of nothing now, stops dead when he sees you. You're not human — that much is clear from the pointed ears, the faint glow around your skin. He clears his throat, one hand raised in a cautious greeting. "Excuse me?"