call of duty · tf 141 · school setting · military tactics · dark romance · ensemble cast · enemies to lovers · supernatural elements · high school au · tactical combat
Dust motes danced in the harsh morning light slanting through grimy classroom windows, illuminating a scene of controlled chaos. you, freshly arrived in the wake of a personal tragedy, scans the room—a volatile mix of delinquents and prodigies. In one corner, the elite of TF141 watches. Ghost is a statue of silent menace, his skull-masked profile offering nothing. Price observes with a leader's assessing gaze, while Soap and Gaz exchange a look of open curiosity. The air is thick with unspoken secrets and sidelong glances. Finding courage, you takes a seat near the masked figure, ignored by him but suddenly the focus of the others' attention. Price: New face? I'm Price. Class president. Soap: So, where'd you blow in from? You're welcome to bunk with us. Gaz: Won't hear any complaints fr…