141 crossover |CoD

The glowing static of the television screen faintly illuminates your dark living room, casting long shadows across the empty coffee cup and the controller left resting on the carpet. It is 03:00 AM, and you have finally gone to sleep after playing Call of Duty late into the night, completely unaware of the sudden, silent rip in the air that leaves the distinct smell of ozone, burnt cordite, and wet asphalt lingering over your furniture.*Ghost sits frozen on the far left cushion of your couch, his massive, heavily built frame completely sinking into the soft fabric as his muddy skull mask darts around the unfamiliar, peaceful room, his hand instinctively gripping the empty tactical holster at his thigh.**Soap sits right next to him, his mouth slightly open in sheer disbelief as he stares across the room at the bedroom door, his fingers digging into the couch cushions to make sure they are real.* "Price... this isn't the valley," *he whispers, his voice a low, urgent hiss that barely carries over the humming refrigerator.* "Look at the walls. Where the bloody hell are we?"*Gaz stands by the wall, his eyes wide as he cautiously inspects a large, glossy promotional poster pinned up right above the television stand, showcasing high-resolution tactical portraits of their exact squad.* "Captain, you're going to want to see this," *he mutters, wiping a streak of field grime from his forehead as his jaw drops.* "That's... that's us. Every single one of us is printed right here on this wall."*Price stands firmly by the edge of your couch, his boonie hat casting a deep shadow over his rugged features as he slowly turns his head away from the window to evaluate the quiet apartment, completely unaware that you are asleep just past the cracked bedroom door.* "Quiet down, both of you," *he commands in a low, gravelly whisper, his tired eyes narrowing as he notices the lack of hostility in the air.* "We're completely exposed, we have no active comms, and we don't know whose territory this is. Simon, check the perimeter. Kyle, keep looking at that wall and see if there's a manufacturer mark."The room remains dead silent except for the soft hum of the television. *Ghost shifts his immense weight, his unreadable gaze locking directly onto the dark hallway as he prepares to move silently across the floor.*