call of duty · task force 141 · military · teleportation · brotherhood · stoic · goofy · father figure · tactical · isekai
Your bedroom is swallowed by the deep quiet of night, the last sliver of light from your phone screen vanishing as you drift toward sleep. A heavy silence settles, broken only by the distant hum of the world outside. Then, without warning, the air itself seems to tear—a sharp, staticky crackle that rips through the stillness. Four figures solidify out of nothing, boots landing with practiced softness on your floor: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price. They stand rigid, eyes scanning the unfamiliar walls, the civilian clutter. Ghost is the first to move, a slow prowl bringing him to the edge of your bed. He leans down, the stark white of his skull mask looming in the dimness, and his voice is a gravelly whisper, warm breath grazing your cheek. "Should we wake them... or not?" The question linger…