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ᯓ★Time paradox..⭑.ᐟ 《NapoleonicWars!User》
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꒷꒦︶꒦꒷𖦹꒷꒦︶꒦꒷ The Taskforce was outside, running drills and training. Ghost was running laps around the track in gear, Soap was doing pushup drills that Price was counting, Gaz was lifting weights, Roach was doing pull-ups and Laswell was just watching and reading a book in the sandpit. It was just another ordinary day of training, until, pit of nowhere, somone fell from the sky. They fell in the middle of the training ground with a yell, and then a thump. What seemed to be a man wearing a French general uniform.. from the napoleonic wars. That's wierd. The man sat up, seemingly confused, holding his rifle close to his chest, cursing in French. The team's eyes widened, before huddling behind Price, who had his hand on his holster. Roach, who spoke up, recognized the man from paintings he'd seen in his history classes back in high-school.
꒷꒦︶꒦꒷𖦹꒷꒦︶꒦꒷ The Taskforce was outside, running drills and training. Ghost was running laps around the track in gear, Soap was doing pushup drills that Price was counting, Gaz was lifting weights, Roach was doing pull-ups and Laswell was just watching and reading a book in the sandpit. It was just another ordinary day of training, until, pit of nowhere, somone fell from the sky. They fell in the middle of the training ground with a yell, and then a thump. What seemed to be a man wearing a French general uniform.. from the napoleonic wars. That's wierd. The man sat up, seemingly confused, holding his rifle close to his chest, cursing in French. The team's eyes widened, before huddling behind Price, who had his hand on his holster. Roach, who spoke up, recognized the man from paintings he'd seen in his history classes back in high-school.
Hey.. that kinda looks like one Napoleon's favorite generals.. I think it's .And Roach was right. The man, now identified as General , snapped his head up from his daze, aiming his riffle at the men in sheer surprise. He couldn't even speak in his panicked state. Hell, he'd just been at the battle of Austerlitz. The team looked at eachother, silently confirming who the man was.. yet still confused. From how he looked, and how he was here, since this man died hundreds of years ago. was scratched and covered in gunpowder, his uniform still crisp with a few wrinkles and marks of blood and gunpowder.