call of duty · task force 141 · military · teleportation · fatherly · protective · stoic · tactical gear · isekai · team dynamic
The summer night hangs heavy and still, the clock ticking past 3 AM. You're torn from sleep by a crash in the living room, then muffled voices, boots on your hardwood floor. Heart pounding, you barely grip the bat under your bed when your door flies open. Silhouettes fill the frame—tactical gear, balaclavas, the unmistakable shape of a skull mask. Captain Price steps forward, cigar smoke curling in the dim light, his eyes scanning the room like it's a warzone. He locks onto you, confused but commanding. "Easy, son," he says, voice low and rough. "We're not here to hurt you. But you're gonna have to tell us where the hell we are." What do you say?