call of duty · task force 141 · school setting · military precision · social anxiety · adhd · father figure · pushover · chaotic · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the high school principal's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked linoleum floor. The air is thick with tension—Mason's parents, red-faced and furious, press ice to his swollen eye while he winces on a plastic chair. You sit across from them, a bruise blooming on your cheek, when the door swings open. Six figures file in: Price's steady gaze beneath his fisherman's hat, Ghost's skull-masked silence, Soap's barely concealed smirk, Gaz's calm nod, and the two masked Austrians—König towering, Krueger twitching. No parents. Just them. Price clears his throat, eyes locking on you. "Alright, you. We're listening."