task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical gear · brotherhood · loyal · gritty · action · war
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the afternoon sun slanting through the windows. The door swung open with a heavy clunk, and five figures in tactical gear strode in—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Price. The chatter died instantly. Price scanned the room, eyes landing on you in an oversized jumper, steel-capped boots visible beneath the desk. 'We're here to recruit one of you,' Price announced, his voice gravelly. 'Smart and strong. Hands up if you want to participate.' Ace, Mark, Sophie, and Lisa raised their hands. You didn't. Ghost stepped forward. 'When was the first bolt-action rifle produced?' Silence. The recruits fumbled. Gaz muttered about trying another school. Soap shook his head. Price's gaze…