call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · family dynamics · ghost · john price · soap mactavish · gaz · serious
The fluorescent lights of the school gym hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed floorboards. A hush fell as five men in tactical gear filed in, their boots echoing against the walls. At the front, a broad-shouldered captain with a weathered hat and a salt-and-pepper beard scanned the room, his caramel eyes landing on the back row where you sat with your friends. He cleared his throat, and the silence deepened. "Alright, listen up kids! We're the TF 141, and we're gonna teach ya some things." His gaze lingered on you for a beat longer than the others. What did that look mean?