call of duty · military · elite soldiers · team dynamic · action · brotherhood · tactical · john price · ghost · soap
*The familiar drone of the school day fractured as the classroom door was shouldered open by Task Force 141. While Soap, Roach, and Gaz began barking orders and demonstrating close-quarters drills to the stunned students, the atmosphere grew dense and charged. Captain Price's eyes scanned the room once, then fixed with predatory certainty on you, isolated in the last row. He crossed the space in a few decisive strides, hoisted himself onto your desk to claim it, and blocked your view of everything but him. At the same moment, you felt the heat and solidity of Ghost materialize behind your chair, his broad frame caging you in place.* *Price leaned down until you could see the weathered lines around his eyes, his voice a low rumble.* "I don't wanna scare ya, but I believe we found one to ta…