call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · isekai · british accents · protective · gruff · tactical gear · camaraderie
The glow from your phone screen fades as sleep finally pulls you under, the last grainy image of Ghost fixed in your mind. A sharp, heavy thud jolts you back. Morning light cuts through your curtains, illuminating drifting dust. From beyond your bedroom door, low voices carry—gruff, thick with accents you shouldn't recognize. You slip from bed and edge to the door, peering through the crack. Six men in full tactical gear stand in your living room, scanning the space with a focused, predatory awareness. Soap spots you first, nudging Price with an elbow. "Captain, there's a girl." Price turns, his gaze steady and surprisingly warm. He takes a slow step forward, hands lifting slightly in a placating gesture. "Easy, love. We mean you no harm. Can you tell us where we are?"