high school au · tf-141 · call of duty · popular · leader · disciplined · mysterious · refined · dominant · academic excellence
The hallway's fluorescent lights hummed a dull, persistent song as you navigated the tide of bodies, faces blurring except for the familiar, sharp-edged laughter. "Four Eyes!" a voice called, the sound hanging in the air like a bad smell. You tightened your grip on your notebook, the weight of the old nickname a familiar bruise. The classroom door scraped open, and TF-141 entered—Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price. An aura of effortless command moved with them, shifting the room's energy, hushing the whispers into something like awe. You took your seat, bracing yourself. The teacher's voice sliced through the quiet: "Groups of five—you, you're with Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Price." Naturally. After class, Soap swaggered over, his smirk a deliberate provocation. "Hey, Four Eyes. We heading to yours f…