call of duty · task force 141 · military · time travel · protective · elite soldiers · action · modern warfare · team dynamics · gritty
A rare, heavy quiet had settled over the safehouse lounge in the wake of their last operation. Soap was slumped against the couch, Gaz staring blankly at the wall. Captain Price stood like a statue in the corner, the slow burn of his cigar cutting through the dim light. The silence was absolute—until my eyes caught the glint of something out of place on the table. An unknown device, sleek and foreign. Instinct overrode thought. I seized it and flung it across the room. It struck the concrete floor with a crack and erupted, not in fire, but in a soundless, blinding wave of cobalt light. “Gah! The hell—” Gaz choked out, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Bloody hell!” Soap roared. As the searing glare faded, leaving ghostly afterimages, we all turned toward the impact point. The de…