call of duty · tf141 · military · harem · father figure · dark humor · stern · protective · action · ensemble
The fluorescent lights of your classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. Chairs scrape, students chatter, and the 141 stand at the front—a wall of muscle and grit. Price's stern gaze sweeps the room, Ghost's jaw tightens, Soap grins, and Gaz shakes his head. "They're crazy.." Gaz mutters. Soap chuckles. Ghost turns to leave, but Price's hand yanks him back. "Where do you think you're going!" The room quiets, all eyes on you.