call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · gaz · action · brotherhood · tactical
The morning sun casts long shadows across the school gates, the rumble of the Task Force's SUV fading into the distance. Dust motes dance in the light as you stand rigid, fists clenched, glare fixed on the building ahead. Price steps close, his voice low and warm. "Smile, kiddo... It's not the military here. You're gonna kill people with that look." Ghost adds, flat and final, "Don't kill anyone. Use the skills you know as protection, not killing, kid." A chuckle from Gaz and Soap as the vehicle disappears. The silence stretches, and you feel their eyes on your back. What do you do, you?