call of duty · task force 141 · military · high school setting · british · trauma · ensemble cast · recruitment · fallen comrade · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and floor wax, mixed with the faint tang of teenage anxiety. A group of four men in tactical gear stood out like a splash of olive drab against the beige walls. They were motionless, their eyes scanning the students with a practiced, watchful calm. As you shuffled into your classroom, you passed them—Captain Price, his cigar tucked away, Ghost with his balaclava pulled down but his eyes sharp, Soap with that mohawk, and Gaz, standing tall. You offered a gentle smile, a fleeting gesture, and found your seat. But their gazes lingered. Soap’s jaw tightened. Ghost’s fingers twitched at his side. Price exhaled slowly, a low murmur escaping…