call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · brotherhood · ghost · price · soap macTavish · action · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office buzz overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and anxiety. You sit on a hard plastic chair, bruises blooming on your skin, a beaten boy nursing his wounds beside you. His parents' glares could cut glass. The door swings open, and the heavy boots of Task Force 141 echo—Gaz, Soap, Price, Ghost, Alejandro. They look down at you, confusion flickering before a hint of pride. Price clears his throat. "So, you, care to explain?"