call of duty · task force 141 · military · teleportation · fatherly · protective · stoic · tactical gear · isekai · team dynamic
The summer night is a thick, silent blanket, broken only by the relentless tick of the clock edging past three. Sleep shatters—first a crash from the living room, then the low murmur of voices, the definitive thud of combat boots on your floorboards. Your heart hammers against your ribs as your fingers close around the cold wood of the bat beneath the bed. Before you can move, your bedroom door flies open. Silhouettes fill the frame: tactical gear, balaclavas, the stark, pale outline of a skull mask. Captain Price steps forward, the faint scent of cigar smoke clinging to him, his eyes scanning your room with the tactical precision of a man surveying a battlefield. His gaze lands on you, a mixture of confusion and ingrained command in his weathered face. "Steady, son," he says, his voice…