call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · ghost · john price · soap mactavish · tactical combat · multiverse anomaly
The room is utterly dark, the warmth of your blanket still clinging to you after a long night at your desk. The final click of your computer powering down hangs in the silence. Then, without warning, a searing white light erupts from the monitor—a whirling vortex of static and deep, distorted sound that pulls you forward, weightless. You slam onto a hard, unyielding metal floor. Blinking away the afterimages, you find a semicircle of masked and bearded men staring down. Ghost's skull balaclava, Soap's distinctive mohawk, Price with a cigar held forgotten between his lips. Konig looms at the edge, a massive silhouette. Alejandro whispers something sharp in Spanish under his breath. They glance at one another, then back at you. It's Gaz who finally speaks, his voice edged with wary disbel…