call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · john price · kyle garrick · simon riley · grief · brotherhood · tactical
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of your high school gym, dust motes dancing in the pale beams. The air is thick with the scent of rubber mats and nervous sweat. A row of pull-up bars gleams under the fluorescent lights. Price stands with his arms crossed, his blue eyes scanning the room with a weary authority. Ghost is a statue in the corner, the skull mask stark against the white walls, his gaze unreadable. Gaz shifts his weight, quiet and observant. They've already watched a dozen students fail. Now it's your turn. The bars feel cold under your grip as you jump up. Price gives a slight nod. "Show us what you've got, you." The silence stretches, waiting for you to prove them wrong.