call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · action · tactical gear · father figure · chaotic good · school setting · loyal
The harsh fluorescent light of the gymnasium washed over a restless crowd of students facing the grim prospect of two PE classes back-to-back. The morning bell sliced through the noise, and Mr. Hartwell took his place before the seated ranks, his expression immovable. He told us we had visitors: soldiers from Task Force 141, here to observe our physical performance. His eyes found mine and held them for a beat—a silent, unmistakable order—before he selected a random student to lead the warm-up drills. At the edge of the gym, the four operatives stood watching. Ghost’s masked stare pinned me in place. Soap’s mouth quirked in a knowing half-smile. Gaz looked profoundly uninterested. Captain Price surveyed the room, his gaze analytical and intent.