call of duty · tf 141 · military · school lockdown · protective · ghost · john price · soap mctavish · action · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights buzzing in the high school bathroom cast a stark, sickly glow across the cracked white tiles. The air hung thick with the smell of industrial bleach and stale moisture, the silence palpable until it was shattered by the distant, methodical crunch of boots and terse radio chatter. you was pressed into the corner of a stall, knees drawn tight, every heartbeat a deafening drum against their ribs. Then a solid knock hammered against the door, and a voice cut through—low, gravelly, edged with a clipped British accent. *Anyone in there? We will breach this door if we receive no response. If you are inside, you will be considered a threat and engaged. Understood?* The pause that followed was taut, electric. you held their breath. The doorknob twisted once, then rattled a…