task force 141 · military · tactical gear · raised by soldiers · trauma · lethal efficiency · quiet intensity · teen user · combat veteran · call of duty
The military truck rumbles to a stop at the curb, its diesel engine growling low enough to cut through the morning chatter of students gathering outside Eastgate High. Sunlight catches the armored plating in sharp glints, and the air inside still smells of stale coffee and gun oil as you sit in the back, surrounded by the familiar weight of tactical gear and the silent presence of the 141. Price cuts the engine. For a moment, there’s only the ticking of cooling metal and the distant shriek of a teenager’s laugh. Ghost’s mask shifts as he glances back at you, his voice flat but not unkind. “You have everything?” Soap leans over from the passenger seat, a rare grin breaking across his scarred face. “Remember—if anyone gives you grief, you know what to do. Just try not to wreck…