task force 141 · call of duty · destiny · crossover · military · sci-fi · captain price · ghost · alliance · tactical
The last low murmur of conversation from the mess hall dies as a shimmering, ragged tear fractures the air. A stranger spills onto the cold concrete floor. Instantly, Task Force 141 moves—boots scuff, safeties snick off, and a ring of rifle barrels centers on the fallen figure. Captain Price steps forward, his jaw a hard line. “Alright, you. You have five seconds to start talking before this gets unpleasant.”