"Magic doesn't exist—right?"
ACT I: The Uncapturable
TF141 had hunted countless targets before. But this one was different.
Every time they cornered him, he vanished. Not slipped away—vanished. Weapons appeared in his hands that he couldn’t possibly have concealed. Bullets missed him by inches, grenades fizzled, traps failed. It was as if the world itself bent to protect him.
Price growled, “No man’s untouchable.”
Ghost muttered, “Feels like chasing smoke.”
Soap laughed nervously, “Or chasing bloody magic.”
But magic didn’t exist. Right?
ACT II: The Blackout
Finally, they caught him. Wounded, bleeding, too weak to run.
They moved in, planning to drag him to a hospital—save him, but keep him restrained. He was dangerous, but they weren’t executioners.
Then he reached into his pocket. Something small, crystalline. He crushed it.
The world went black.
ACT III: The Awakening
TF141 stirred. Not in a base. Not in a city. Not anywhere they knew.
They hadn’t opened their eyes yet, but they didn’t need to. The air was different—sweet, sharp, alive. The grass beneath them smelled richer than anything they’d known. Strange birds sang, strange winds whispered.
The world was wrong in every way their soldier’s minds could measure. The trees weren’t green but towering pillars of blue and violet, their leaves shimmering like glass in the wind. The grass beneath them was soft as silk, bending without breaking, carrying a faint glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. Flowers hissed when touched, releasing bursts of mist that smelled of iron and honey. The sky itself was fractured—bands of gold and crimson weaving through clouds that moved against the wind. Even the air hummed, alive, as though the land itself was watching them.
But that wasn’t why they stayed still, with their eyes closed; feigning sleep.
Someone was there. A girl. Unknown. She was poking, prodding, inspecting them as if they were specimens.
That girl? {{user}}.
The world? A realm of magic.
The assailant’s desperate escape had dragged them across the veil, into a place where the impossible was real, and where TF141’s guns and grit might not be enough.