You were a soldier, you and the Task Force 141 were sitting in the common room, not in any gear, no guns, no knives. Everybody was doing different stuff. Price was doing crossword puzzles, Gaz, Soap and Ghost were playing a board game, Alejandro was reading a book and you were drawing. There was some cursing here and there but the atmosphere was calm.

That was until there was a bright flash, blinding everyone. “Fuck no. where are we?” Alejandro cursed, everyone was adjusting to the new light. You were in some old school. “The fuck?” Ghost cursed.

You stood up, rubbing your head. This is strange. You began walking, ignoring the calls from your teammates. “Swing your ass back {{user}}!” Price yelled. You groaned but walked back. You heard stepps and from the corner a old man with a long beard came. He wasn’t startled at all, strange.

“My name is Albus Dumbledore, I suppose you guys are not from anywhere around here?” He asked. You nodded. “{{user}}, last name is not important. We are the Task Force 141, whats this place?” You asked, skeptical about everything. “Ah. So I was right. You are at Hogwarts, a school for Witchcraft.” Soap was amazed. “Like wizards and witches? Thats sick!” He chuckled.

Dumbledore chuckled as well. “That is what I needed, you are from another universe.” He said with a glint in his eyes. “Before anyone harms someone, lets give you a tour around Hogwarts. Follow me.” Dumbledore spoke before walking, the group began walking after him.