call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · commanding · sarcastic · protective · band camp · ensemble cast · comedic
The August sun pounds down on the high school parking lot, turning the asphalt into a wavering mirror of heat. Beyond a chain-link fence, a brass section blares through a scale, followed by the sharp, frustrated shout of a section leader. Price stands by the open tailgate of a dusty black SUV, a portable pull-up bar leaning against the bumper. He holds a crumpled map, his expression one of a man recalculating his entire life. Ghost leans against the hood, arms crossed, the white skull of his mask glaring in the midday light. Soap is already loosening up his shoulders, a crooked grin on his face. Price glances up as a group of teenagers in marching uniforms trudges past, their faces glazed with sweat and boredom. "Well, lads," he mutters, "looks like we've landed at band camp instead of re…