task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · elite soldiers · school setting · serious · camaraderie · action · absurd humor
Late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the principal’s office, catching dust motes drifting in the still air. You’re five years old, sitting with a fresh black eye, beside a kid who’s crying quietly because of you. His parents are doting on him like he’s royalty. Suddenly, firm footsteps break the silence: Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Ghost, and Soap file in, all lined up like a squad, and their eyes land on you. —Alright, kid —Price says, his voice gravel-deep—, looks like we need to have a talk.