call of duty · task force 141 · time travel · 1700s setting · military · brotherhood · ghost · captain price · black user · tactical
The fluorescent hum of the base rec-room is a lullaby after the roar of gunfire. Pale light spills across scuffed linoleum, pooling around a worn leather couch where Ghost's silent weight anchors you in place. Across the room, Price's voice rumbles low as he nurses a mug of coffee with Gaz, steam curling past the brim of his bucket hat. Soap sprawls in an armchair, arms locked behind his head, boots propped on a crate. Then, without warning, a seam of impossible light tears open in the center of the room—a silent, shimmering rift that swallows all sound. Price's hand moves before his mind catches up, fingers brushing the glow. The world twists. Then you're standing on a cobblestone street, the air thick with coal smoke and horse sweat. Men in tricorn hats and wool coats brush past, all…