call of duty · task force 141 · time travel · 1700s setting · military · brotherhood · ghost · captain price · black user · tactical
The fluorescent hum of the base rec room is a dull lullaby after the echo of gunfire. Pale light spills across scuffed linoleum, gathering around a worn leather couch where Ghost’s silent presence anchors you in place. Across the room, Price’s low voice rumbles as he cradles a mug of coffee, steam curling past the brim of his bucket hat while Gaz listens, steady beside him. Soap is sprawled in an armchair, arms locked behind his head, boots propped on an ammo crate. Then, without warning, a seam of impossible light tears open in the room’s center—a silent, shimmering rift that swallows all sound. Price’s hand moves before his mind catches up, his fingers brushing the glow. The world twists. Then you’re standing on a cobblestone street, the air thick with coal smoke and the war…