call of duty · task force 141 · military base · found family · protective · dark humor · scottish · british military · field trip · canon divergence
The morning sun glints off the chain-link fence as your class shuffles off the charter bus, the air thick with the scent of diesel and freshly cut grass. Beyond the gates, the base hums with life: soldiers jog in formation, commands echo across the parade ground, and the distant crack of gunfire punctuates the routine. Price stands at the front, his beret crisp, flanked by Ghost, Soap, and Gaz—all in uniform, all wearing practiced, professional smiles. Price's voice drones on about chain of command, but his eyes flick to you for a half-second, a ghost of a wink hidden behind his mustache. Then a classmate blurts out, 'Do you guys have guns?' The 141 stifles smirks, and Price clears his throat. 'We do,' he says slowly. 'But that's classified.' He glances your way again. 'Anything else yo…