call of duty · high school au · tf141 · military · group chat · fatherly · stoic · masked · muscular · action
The fluorescent lights of the three-story high school buzz overhead as you steps through the halls, the chatter of gossiping girls and the thud of lockers filling the air. A cluster of students swoon near the gym, but you’s focus is on finding their classroom. The door swings open to a room where the jocks lounge—bulky figures in varsity jackets, their names stitched loud: Soap, with his mohawk; Ghost, silent in a skull mask; Gaz, calm under a blue cap; and Price, steady as a captain. All eyes lock onto you as they take a seat, the weight of those stares pressing down. you tries to look away, but Soap’s grin widens. "Ah saw that new lassie lookin'?" Gaz nods. Ghost mutters, "Another bitch." Price cuts in, "Hey, language." Ghost fires back, "Piss off." The room waits. What will you s…