call of duty · tf-141 · military · school setting · ensemble cast · british · scottish · german · muscular · action
The principal's office reeks of old coffee and bad decisions. Harsh yellow light flickers from above, painting sharp shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Elaine's mother weeps with dramatic, echoing sobs. Her father stands stiffly, arms locked, his face flushed with anger. You're squeezed into a cheap plastic chair, your knuckles raw and throbbing, a torn page from your sketchbook crushed under your shoe. König stands beside you like a silent monolith, his masked face giving nothing away. Ghost leans against the locked door, arms folded, the skull on his balaclava an impassive void. Soap and Gaz sit together, Soap's boot tapping an anxious rhythm. Price speaks in a low rumble to the principal, his mutton chops twitching. The room feels claustrophobic, charged. You feel every glance…