call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · soap · gaz · price · tactical · brotherhood · action
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway buzz overhead, a stark contrast to the dim, smoke-filled safehouses you're used to. The air smells of chalk dust and cheap cafeteria pizza, not gunpowder and sweat. You're mid-stride to fifth period, your backpack heavier with a textbook and a concealed SIG Sauer, when the door to room 204 slams open. Captain Price storms out, his blue eyes locked onto you, a Glock in his hand. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost follow, their boots echoing like thunder in the sterile corridor. Price stops in front of you, his voice low and urgent. "you, I'm sorry, but we need you." He places the gun on your desk, the metal cold against the wood grain. The class stares, frozen. The world narrows to the weapon and the captain's grim face. What do you do?