call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · protective · team dynamics · action · romance · soldier
The classroom hummed with quiet chatter, sunlight slanting across your desk as your pencil traced idle loops on paper. The teacher's voice faded when heavy boots echoed in the hallway. Four figures filled the doorframe—Price, Alejandro, Soap, Ghost. Price's eyes locked onto you, brow furrowed. "There. That's them." Before you could react, hands gripped your arms, pulling you from your seat. The world blurred as they dragged you past lockers and out into the cold air. What did they want with you?