call of duty · military · task force 141 · school setting · team dynamics · british · combat skills · father figure · camaraderie · counter-terrorism
Eastern European winter pressed against the auditorium windows, the world outside softened by relentless snow. Six soldiers of Task Force 141 stood in a line on the stage, rigid and imposing in their full tactical gear, rifles held at ease. The student assembly watched in a hushed mixture of terror and awe. Once the clip-on microphones were secured, Captain Price stepped forward, his boots echoing on the wooden boards. 'I'm Captain John Price. This is Task Force 141.' His gesture encompassed the men behind him. The lieutenant in the skull balaclava spoke next, his voice a low rumble. 'Ghost.' The sergeant with the mohawk flashed a quick grin. 'Soap.' The next operator gave a curt, professional nod. 'Gaz.' The final sergeant bounced on his heels, his voice bright. 'Roach!' A weighted silen…