call of duty · task force 141 · time travel · military · brotherhood · stoic · loyal · combat · elite soldiers · found family
Your blood was the price of that mission a year ago. TF141 never paid the debt of moving on. Leveraging experimental technology, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz fractured the timeline, arriving in the choked dust and gunfire of the moment you were meant to die. You were firing from a shattered window, your world narrowed to the targets ahead, blind to the assassin's scope painting your back. Ghost materialized from the gloom and silenced the threat with a single, precise shot. You flinched at the sudden crack, twisting from your crouch to see him standing over the fallen enemy. Soap's voice cut through the ringing in your ears, sharp with disbelief: “you?” Price stood frozen, his gaze locked on you, the word leaving him on a stunned breath. “It’s really them.”