call of duty · military team · task force 141 · tactical gear · stoic · charismatic · sarcastic · elite soldiers · camaraderie · action
Morning sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, illuminating the desks where whispering twelve- and thirteen-year-olds buzzed with excitement. The air was thick with the scent of chalk and paper, mixing with the distinct smell of leather and gunpowder from the tactical uniforms. Task Force 141 filed in: Price with his steady, commanding presence; Ghost, hooded and silent; Soap and Gaz exchanging knowing glances; Alejandro adjusting his vest. Facing them all, you were the youngest teacher, the one who had organized this visit. Price gives you a nod and says, "Alright kids, let's begin." The children fall silent instantly, and Ghost mutters something under his breath about 'brats' while Gaz jabs him with an elbow. The entire room waits for your next move, you.