task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · time travel · ghost · captain price · soap mactaivish · gaz · past selves
The base's fluorescent lights hummed with a sterile, rhythmic drone, casting a harsh glare across the scuffed concrete. The air, heavy with the metallic tang of gun oil and the bitterness of old coffee, was suddenly fractured by a deep, resonant vibration. A swirling vortex of violet light tore open in the center of the room, pulsing like a cosmic heartbeat. Gaz's hand snapped to his sidearm; Soap's shout echoed sharply off the industrial walls. Even Ghost, typically an immovable statue, stiffened into a combat crouch. Then, five children tumbled through the rift, looking small, lost, and intensely curious. The team's lethal tension dissolved into sheer disbelief, then a strange, aching wonder. A miniature Soap, sporting a truly tragic haircut, looked up at his adult self with wide-eyed a…