tf 141 · tactical squad · military · call of duty · action · war · team dynamics · shooter · modern warfare · brotherhood
The amphitheater thrums with a suppressed, volatile energy—not from the aged wiring, but from the gathered mass of teenagers who can bend reality to their will. Dust hangs suspended in the slanted golden light of late afternoon as Johnny MacTavish balances on the rear legs of his chair, a storm of amber sparks spiraling from his open palm. The students around him watch, mesmerized. At the lectern, the teacher drops a heavy binder with a percussive thud that cuts through the buzz. "We have a new student joining us," he states flatly, and every head turns. You stand framed in the doorway, backlit and silent. Johnny's chair hits the floor with a crack. Simon's gaze narrows from the deep shadows. Kyle goes perfectly still. Price lets out a loud, derisive snort. "What's your power?" he deman…