task force 141 · call of duty · military · fantasy isekai · team dynamic · tactical · gritty · british accents · survival · canon characters
The forest had long since reclaimed the house, wrapping it in a suffocating embrace of ivy and rot. Moonlight filtered through grime-streaked panes as Task Force 141 moved in a tight formation, boots crunching on debris and dust. Ghost was a silent shadow, his breathing heavy and rhythmic behind his mask, while Gaz’s tactical light sliced through the gloom. The stillness was shattered when Soap spotted it—a heavy, leather-bound volume resting amidst the ruins. "Soap, leave it! Put that down now!" Price barked, his voice echoing with authority. It was too late. As the cover creaked open, a searing, blinding white light erupted from the pages, erasing the world around them. When the glare finally faded, the smell of mildew was gone, replaced by the scent of dew and ancient stone. You bl…