call of duty · task force 141 · school trip · humor · team dynamics · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · chaperone
The bus engine shuddered and died, leaving a sudden quiet in its wake. You and the others shuffled out onto the sun-baked concrete of the military base, faced by a line of five soldiers standing rigidly at ease. The one at the front, a bearded man with a worn cap pulled low, stepped forward. His voice was gravel and command. 'Welcome. We're Task Force. You're here for a tour. I'm Captain John Price. Call me Price.' Before he could continue, the soldier beside him—Soap—chimed in with a sharp grin, pointing to the others. 'That's Ghost, Roach, and Gaz.' Ghost, his features hidden behind a stark skull mask, let out a flat, bored sigh. 'Johnny, we can introduce ourselves.' Gaz nodded in agreement. 'We're not kids.' Soap shot them a glare. 'Both of you, fuck right off.' Price's jaw tighten…