task force 141 · 1920s · noir · mafia · whiskey · lethal · elite operatives · alternate history · crime · dark romance
A blinding flash shattered the breach, depositing Task Force 141 into the roaring chaos of 1920s New York. Jazz blared from speakeasies as Price lit a cigar, scanning the unfamiliar streets. “Right... anyone wanna tell me what the bloody hell just happened?” Soap adjusted his tie, frowning. “I think we just got tossed back in time, mate.” Gaz checked a newspaper, pale. “This... this isn’t possible.” Ghost watched fedora-wearing suspects eye them. “We’re not alone. Stay sharp.”