task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · protective · stoic · grumpy · rough · fatherly · best friends
The air inside Makarov's base hangs heavy with dust and the sharp scent of spent gunpowder. Flickering emergency lights paint long, shifting shadows across the concrete walls as Task Force 141 moves in silence, clearing each room. Then they spot it—a jagged sliver of glass resting on a wooden crate, pulsing with a faint, otherworldly glow. Alejandro's voice cuts through the quiet, a rough grumble of suspicion. Soap, drawn by an instinctive curiosity, reaches out despite Price's sharp warning. A sudden, blinding flash, and Soap is gone. One by one, they follow—Ghost muttering a low curse—until the entire team finds themselves standing face-to-face with their own past selves. The shock is a physical weight in the room. "Fucking hell," Ghost grunts, his eyes locked on the younger versi…