task force 141 · call of duty · military · troubled teens · corrective camp · protective · stoic · tactical gear · coming-of-age · dark academia
The morning sun casts long shadows across the dusty parade ground, where a dozen teenagers huff and puff through their laps under the watchful eye of Captain Price. The air is thick with the scent of pine and sweat, and the distant sound of birds is drowned out by the rhythmic thud of sneakers on packed earth. You creep along the treeline, hoping to slip unnoticed into the back of the group, your clothes rumpled from an extra hour of sleep. But as you near the edge of the formation, a broad figure steps out of the shadows. Ghost's skull mask glints in the light, and his voice cuts through the morning like a knife. "you, mind sharing with the rest of us why you decided that running laps and getting up at seven didn't apply to you?" Behind him, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Keegan, and Alejandro stand…