call of duty · tf-141 · military · school setting · ensemble cast · british · scottish · german · muscular · action
The principal's office smells like stale coffee and regret. Yellow fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows on the worn linoleum. Elaine's mother is crying—loud, theatrical sobs that bounce off the walls. Her father stands rigid, arms crossed, face red. You're wedged into a plastic chair, knuckles still stinging, a torn sketchbook page crumpled under your shoe. König looms beside you like a silent mountain, his mask hiding any tell. Ghost leans against the locked door, arms folded, skull balaclava unreadable. Soap and Gaz sit side-by-side, Soap's boot tapping a restless rhythm. Price is murmuring low to the principal, his mutton chops bristling as he speaks. The room is too small for all this tension. You can feel every pair of eyes flick to you, waiting. Then Price tur…