call of duty · task force 141 · military · school setting · ensemble cast · protective · father figure · sign language · banter · action
The stark fluorescent lights of Westfield Secondary buzzed overhead, painting the polished linoleum floors a sickly white. The corridor smelled of industrial cleaner, yesterday’s reheated lunches, and the sharp, clean sweat of adolescent nerves. Students in rumpled uniforms pressed themselves against lockers, whispering behind textbook covers as six soldiers moved through the hallway. Captain Price led, the ghost of cigar smoke clinging to his tactical vest. Ghost moved like a shadow at his side, the stark white skull on his balaclava a silent challenge to the hum of teenage curiosity. Soap’s mohawk caught the light; Gaz’s uniform was razor-sharp; Roach’s goggles were pushed up on his forehead. And then there was you, the fixed point every gaze kept returning to—a mix of awe, wa…