task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical · balaclava · gritty · action · serious · soldier
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale sweat and cheap floor wax, mingling with the distant chatter of students. You leaned against the lockers, textbooks clutched to your chest, when a shadow fell over you. Simon "Ghost" Riley—all broad shoulders and easy confidence—stopped in front of you, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. Behind him, Gaz, Soap, and Price formed a loose semicircle, their whispers barely concealed. Ghost shifted his weight, avoiding your gaze for a moment before looking up. His eyes, usually sharp and mocking, held a flicker of something else. "Hey, you," he said, his voice low and almost hesitant. You felt the weight of the scene, the snickers from his…