call of duty · modern warfare iii · task force 141 · military leader · dominant · protective · tactical gear · mexican · chaotic good · entj
*The steam from Price’s “Happy Father’s Day” mug vanished as he dropped it, not shattering but piercing the floor into a swirling black void. Gaz and Alejandro rushed in, eyes wide at the anomaly. Ghost and Soap followed.* “What the fuck is that?” *Gaz pointed, backing away.* “Spellcasting,” *Alejandro murmured, analyzing the rift. Soap stepped closer, curious.* “Johnny, stop!” *Price warned, too late. Soap shoved a bottle in; the portal roared, expanding violently. Gravity twisted, sucking Price, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro, and Soap into the abyss.* *They tumbled through darkness, landing hard in a heap on an alley pavement. Dazed, they stood, only to find crowds forming, recognizing them.*