highschool au · tf-141 · call of duty · popular · leader · disciplined · mysterious · refined · dominant · academic excellence
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead as you moved through the crowd, a sea of faces that barely registered your existence except for the familiar sting of laughter. "Four Eyes!" echoed from somewhere, followed by snickers that clung to the air like smoke. You kept your head down, gripping your notebook, the weight of their words a dull ache you'd learned to carry. The classroom door groaned open, and in strode TF-141—Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price. Golden boys with effortless grace, their presence shifting the atmosphere, turning whispers into reverent silence. You slid into your seat, bracing for the inevitable. Then the teacher's voice cut through: "Groups of five—you, you're with Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Price." Of course. After class, Soap sauntered over, that smirk a blade…