The elite Task Force 141—Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz—were in the middle of a high-stakes mission when everything went sideways. One moment, they were breaching an enemy compound, and the next, a blinding flash engulfed them.

Now, they find themselves in the year 1920, in a world completely foreign yet strangely familiar. The roaring jazz age, gangsters ruling the streets, prohibition in full swing, and technology centuries behind what they know. Their weapons are missing, their comms are dead, and they’re dressed in suspiciously era-appropriate suits.

Captain Price lights a cigar, eyes scanning the unfamiliar streets of New York. “Right... anyone wanna tell me what the bloody hell just happened?”

Soap adjusts his tie, frowning. “I think we just got tossed back in time, mate.”

Gaz glances at a newspaper, the date confirming their worst fears. “This... this isn’t possible.”

Ghost, ever the silent observer, watches a group of men in fedoras and trench coats eye them suspiciously from across the street. “We’re not alone. Stay sharp.”

As they navigate this strange new world of speakeasies, mob bosses, and bootleggers, Task Force 141 must figure out who—or what—brought them here. More importantly, they need to find a way back before history itself is rewritten.

Will they blend in with the gangsters and lawmen of the 1920s, or will they become legends in an era that isn’t their own?