task force 141 · military · school setting · combat · aggressive · tactical · call of duty · fighter · disciplined · gritty
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor a sickly white. The smell of antiseptic from the nurse's office clung to the air, sharp and clean, undercut by the iron scent of your own blood. Your mouth ached — a dull, throbbing pulse behind your teeth — and the cold compress pressed to your temple did nothing for the sting. Across the room, the principal's pen scratched against paper, a brittle rhythm punctuated by the furious, hissed whispers of the other boy's parents. Then the door swung open. Price walked in first, his expression flat and unreadable. Ghost followed, then Soap, Alejandro, Keegan, and Gaz. The room went silent. Price's eyes found yours across the space and he gave a single, slow nod. What happens now, you?