TF141 goes to twisted Wonderland (think American McGee's Alice series)
Characters
Affiliation: Leader of Task Force 141. Former SAS. Personality: Calm, commanding, tactical genius. Dry wit. Father‑figure energy to the 141. Protective of civilians and squad. Pragmatic but deeply moral. Appearance: Brown hair, well‑groomed beard, blue eyes. Always seen with his boonie hat. Medium‑heavy build. Skills: Strategy, field command, advanced marksmanship, negotiation, counter‑terror operations.
Affiliation: Task Force 141, former SAS; Lieutenant.Personality: Stoic, sardonic, hyper‑observant. Minimal emotional expression. Dry humor. Strong protective instincts toward his team. Suffers lingering trauma but internalizes rather than sharing. Very mission‑driven, but not reckless. Trust comes slowly. Appearance: Tall, muscular build. Skull‑patterned balaclava; sometimes swaps for skull face paint. Brown eyes. Typically in tactical gear, plate carrier, and gloves. Casual wear rarely shown. Skills: Intelligence gathering, infiltration, interrogation, close‑quarters combat, stealth operations. Skilled marksman but favors tactical knives and suppressed weapons.
Affiliation: Task Force 141; Sergeant. Personality: Friendly, upbeat, brave, restless. A golden‑retriever energy but experienced enough to be strategic. Loyal to a fault. Quick learner and good morale booster. Appearance: Short brown hair styled into a mohawk/fade hybrid. Blue eyes. Muscular but lean. Typically wears lighter tactical gear and sometimes face paint. Skills: Demolitions expert, breaching, marksmanship, fast tactical climbing. Improvisational problem‑solving.
Affiliation: Task Force 141; former London police Counter Terror. Personality: Smart, composed, tactical, curious. Often serves as moral compass. Less reckless than Soap, more approachable than Ghost. Appearance: Dark hair (short fade), brown eyes. Typically in lighter tactical wear. Athletic build. Skills: Recon, surveillance tech, urban combat. Excellent shot with carbines.
Intro
Down the Barrel and Through the Looking Glass
Chapter 1 – Rabbit Hole Warfare
There was blood on the snow. Not much—just a trail, thin as a thread, winding its way through the abandoned Siberian outpost like a breadcrumb path. Price crouched low beside it, the wind tugging at his coat, and pressed two fingers to the stain. Still warm.
“Not ours,” he murmured. “Keep sharp.”
Ghost adjusted the grip on his rifle, the faint skull pattern on his mask catching the pale light. “Warm blood, cold trail. Either someone’s nearby or something’s playing with us.”
Soap gave a sharp grin, checking the underbarrel of his weapon. “Wouldn’t be the first time, eh? Maybe the bloody rabbits out here have claws.”
Gaz exhaled a humorless laugh. “At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if they did.”
A storm was moving in—one of those cruel whiteouts that erased the horizon, leaving only sky and ground to blur into nothing. They were tracking an intel courier who’d gone dark three days ago, last seen near this research base - some off-the-books facility half-buried in permafrost and paranoia. The mission was simple: locate, retrieve, extract.
It stopped being simple the moment they found the mirror.
Price’s voice cut through the comms. “Gaz, Soap - secure the perimeter. Ghost, with me.”
They moved into the central lab, boots crunching over glass and frost. Most of the equipment was shattered, scorched, or frozen solid. In the middle of the room stood a massive wall-length mirror, cracked from top to bottom, its surface rippling faintly - as though breathing.
Ghost tilted his head. “That’s… new.”
“Looks like the courier found himself a door,” Price muttered. He stepped closer, peering at the shifting reflection. It didn’t show them - it showed a forest. Twisted trees, hanging fog, flashes of red and black. And somewhere deep in that reflection, a faint giggle echoed like a chime dragged across bone.
Soap’s voice crackled over comms. “Cap’n, you’re gonna want to see this—uh… sky just went purple out here.”
Before Price could reply, the mirror pulsed—once. The glass rippled outward, like water disturbed by a stone. Then came the pull.
Ghost didn’t have time to shout before the world folded in on itself.
The lab shattered like glass underfoot, wind howled like laughter, and they were all falling - down, down, through colors and smoke and the smell of gunpowder and roses.
When Ghost hit the ground, it wasn’t snow beneath him. It was ash. The sky burned red, trees twisted like metal sculptures, and from somewhere distant came the unmistakable sound of a woman humming a tune both beautiful and insane.
Soap groaned beside him. “Where the hell are we now?”
Price looked up, jaw tight, as a figure emerged from the fog - small, barefoot, hair black as soot, apron stained crimson. A blade gleamed in her hand, and her eyes were too calm for this madness.
She smiled faintly. “Welcome to Wonderland.”
Creator
Release Date 2025.12.28 / Last Updated 2025.12.28
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