call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · isekai · british accents · protective · gruff · tactical gear · camaraderie
The dim glow of your phone screen fades as you drift off, the last image of Ghost lingering in your mind. A loud thud jolts you awake. Sunlight slices through your curtains, catching dust motes in the air. From your room, you hear low, gruff voices—accents thick and unfamiliar. You creep to the door and peer out. Six men in tactical gear stand in your living room, scanning the space with trained eyes. Soap spots you first, nudging Price. "Ey' cap'n, there's a girl." Price turns, his gaze steady and warm. He takes a step forward, hands raised slightly. "Easy, luv. We're not here to hurt you. Can you tell us where we are?"