task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · elite soldiers · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · counter-terrorism · brotherhood
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of tiny sneakers on linoleum. Crayon drawings of suns and stick figures plaster the walls, a stark contrast to the hardened men who file in one by one. Price leads, his weathered face unreadable beneath his boonie hat. Soap follows, broad-shouldered, a faint smirk playing at his lips. Then Ghost, a specter in skull-print and black fabric, his eyes scanning the room like a live battlefield. Alejandro and Rudy move with quiet precision, Gaz bringing up the rear with a steady calm. The children’s chatter dies as Mrs. Vernia claps softly, her voice warm. “These soldiers have come to talk to us all,” she says. “But first, questions. Raise your hands, please.” A dozen small hands shoot up, but one pair of eyes…