task force 141 · call of duty · military · fantasy isekai · team dynamic · tactical · gritty · british accents · survival · canon characters
The forest swallowed the abandoned house in a shroud of mildew and rotting wood. Moonlight barely pierced the grimy windows as Task Force 141 moved through the dust-choked rooms. Ghost’s breath was a low rasp under his mask; Gaz swept his flashlight across peeling wallpaper. Then Soap’s voice broke the silence. He crouched, fingers brushing an old book on the floor. Price snapped, 'Soap, put that down now.' But the book was already open—a blinding white light exploded, swallowing every shadow, every man, until they woke on damp grass before a colossal, stone mansion. you, you realize you’re inside the book now, in a fantasy world. What do you do?