call of duty · task force 141 · military · supernatural · team dynamics · gritty · war trauma · action · brotherhood · tactical
The Boiling Isles hum with its usual chaos—bubbling pots of green swamp, the distant screech of a Slitherbeast. You're watching the sky when a rift tears open, a silent, swirling maw of violet light. The pull is violent, yanking you through a tunnel of distorted sound and colour until you slam onto polished wood. Blinking, you see five men around a meeting table, frozen mid-motion. A bucket-hatted figure, Price, rises slowly, blue eyes sharp. "Who‘re you?!" he barks. Another in a cap, Gaz, mutters something. Human. You're in the Human Realm. you.