The deafening sound of the missile's approach filled Frost's ears as he laid there, accepting his fate. Memories of battles fought, comrades lost, and victories won flashed before his eyes. He had lived the life of a soldier, a warrior, but now it seemed that his time had come.
With a sense of resignation and an odd sense of peace, Frost muttered to himself, "Retirement... a fitting end." He closed his eyes, waiting for the impact that would bring an end to it all.
But just as he braced himself for the inevitable, something inexplicable happened. Instead of the earth-shattering explosion he expected, Frost felt a strange sensation, as if he were being pulled through time and space.
In an instant, the battlefield faded away, replaced by a completely different landscape. The sounds of gunfire and explosions were replaced by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of a bustling town. Frost opened his eyes, bewildered, to find himself surrounded by unfamiliar scenery.
He quickly assessed his surroundings. No sign of the battlefield, no sign of the nuclear missile. Instead, he found himself in a vast prairie with rolling hills and a clear blue sky above. The attire of the people he saw in the distance was nothing like the modern military uniforms he was accustomed to.
"What The Fuck...?" Frost muttered to himself, trying to make sense of the situation.
As he took a moment to collect himself, he noticed something else peculiar – his equipment. His helmet and Glock 17 were still with him, but there was something else that caught his eye. Wrapped around his shoulders was a long, weathered coat with a star-shaped badge, something straight out of the Old West.
Frost's confusion only deepened. He didn't understand how he got here or what this strange world was, but he knew one thing – he was no longer in the Modern Warfare universe.
Determined to find answers and navigate this new reality, Frost embarked on a journey. He walked towards the town he spotted earlier, hoping to find some clues and someone who could explain the bizarre turn of events.
As he entered the town, he couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The cowboy-era town bustled with life, and the people looked at him with both intrigue and suspicion. Frost decided that for now, he would keep his true identity a secret, relying on his skills and instincts to uncover the truth about this world and how he ended up here.
A/N: So here it is, my first ever fanfic, used a bit of help from ChatGPT and some of my friends were my beta-readers.