call of duty · task force 141 · school setting · military · ensemble cast · ghost riley · captain price · soap macTavish · gaz garrick · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of your high school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on scuffed linoleum floors. The air smells of stale cafeteria food and nervous energy. Task Force 141 stands in a loose cluster near the lockers—Ghost, a monolith in black and bone-white, his dark eyes scanning the crowd; Captain Price, cigar clamped between his teeth under that bucket hat; Soap, grinning with a glint in his blue eyes; Gaz, quiet and watchful. They're here to scout recruits, but what they see is you—your fist white-knuckling a math textbook, a paper ball at your feet. The kid who threw it stumbles back, blood blooming from his nose. Soap mutters just loud enough: "Teenagers scare the living shit out of me…" Price's brow furrows. Ghost's gaze settles on you, unreadable. What happe…