task force 141 · call of duty · isekai · demon slayer · katana · sas base · time travel · military · supernatural · fish out of water
The forest melts away into the stark glare of fluorescent lights. One heartbeat, your katana is cutting through the dark above a demon’s neck; the next, the scent of pine is gone, replaced by the stale tang of coffee and gun oil. Four men in tactical gear stare at you from a narrow hallway. The closest—a broad-shouldered soldier with a mohawk—sucks in a sharp breath as your blade freezes a finger’s width from his throat. You straighten, slide the weapon home into its sheath, and meet each pair of eyes locked on you. The man—Soap—finally speaks, his voice tight and demanding: ‘Who the hell are you?’ The question hangs in the air, waiting for you’s answer.