call of duty · task force 141 · military · time travel · protective · elite soldiers · action · modern warfare · team dynamics · gritty
The lounge hummed with post-mission tranquility. Soap slumped beside a distracted Gaz, while Price stood in shadow, cigar smoke curling around him. Silence shattered when Ghost intercepted an alien device. Its blue pulse triggered a reflexive throw; the object struck the floor, erupting in blinding azure light. “Gah!” Gaz shielded his eyes. “Bloody hell!” Soap yelled. As the glare faded, the team stared at the empty space where the tech had landed. Instead, a figure lay prone on the ground—you.