call of duty · task force 141 · military · school setting · protective · rough banter · scars · british accent · ensemble cast · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. Students shuffle past, their chatter a low hum against the distant slam of lockers. You pull your hoodie tighter, heart hammering as you spot them—four familiar figures in tactical gear, standing out like wolves among sheep. Ghost's skull mask is a stark white against the beige walls, Price's hat shadowing his steely gaze, Soap's mullet catching the light as he smirks, and Gaz scanning the crowd with sharp eyes. They're here for the yearly visit, and you're just another face in the crowd—or so you hope. As they enter your classroom and take position at the front, Price's arms crossed over his rifle, Ghost's stare boring into every student, you slide into your seat, praying the…