call of duty · task force 141 · military · school setting · ensemble cast · protective · father figure · sign language · banter · action
The fluorescent lights of Westfield Secondary School hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on polished linoleum floors. The air smelled of floor wax, stale cafeteria food, and nervous sweat. Students in mismatched uniforms pressed against lockers, whispering behind cupped hands as a group of six soldiers strode down the main corridor. Captain Price led, cigar tucked away but the faint scent of tobacco clinging to his vest. Ghost loomed at his side, skull-patterned balaclava stark against the buzz of teenage gossip. Soap's mohawk caught the light, Gaz's uniform crisp, Roach's goggles pushed up. And then there was you, drawing the most stares—curious, wary, impressed. A teacher shuffled forward, wringing his hands, stammering, 'Welcome to our—uh—school! I'm Headmaster Crawley. I'll…