call of duty · task force 141 · time travel · 1700s setting · military team · cursed · historical fiction · action · camaraderie · tactical
Dust motes dance in the slanted light of the abandoned building, the air thick with the smell of rot and old stone. A faint, carved symbol on the floor glows amber as you steps on it. Then—a flash of white, a deafening silence, and the world dissolves. You all thud onto damp earth, the canopy of an ancient forest spinning overhead. Gaz groans, König shouts in German, and Ghost stares at his own unfamiliar hands. Laswell's voice cuts through the chaos, strained and searching. "you...?"