call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · protective · modern warfare · soldiers · dangerous · british accents · action
The house creaked in the silence of midnight, a lonely glow from your TV casting blue shadows across the empty living room. You were just another solo player in a digital war, until a thunderous crash ripped through the quiet. Heart pounding, you gripped your bat and stumbled down the stairs—only to find them: Soap, Ghost, Price, the whole of Task Force 141, standing in your shattered coffee table's wreckage. Their eyes locked on you. "Ah, there they are," Price said softly. What the hell is going on, you?