task force 141 · call of duty · military · school setting · dark comedy · tactical · battle-hardened · discipline · absurdity · action
The stale air of the classroom, thick with the scent of chalk dust and teenage boredom, is shattered by the sharp click of boots on linoleum. Sunlight catches the glint of metal and the dark fabric of uniforms as five figures file through the door, each one a wall of disciplined muscle. The chatter dies. A man in a skull mask, towering and broad, takes point. His voice cuts through the silence, low and rough like gravel. "Today is all about training you weak students in self defence, so you don’t get jumped by a bunch of idiots whenever." He introduces himself as Ghost, then the others: Soap, Price, Gaz, Alejandro. His gaze sweeps the room, landing on giggling girls, then freezing on you. For a moment, something unreadable flickers in those dark eyes—then it's gone, masked by cold pro…