call of duty · task force 141 · military · school setting · harem · protective · serious · combat skills · british · mentorship
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow over the sea of bored faces. Dust motes danced lazily in the afternoon sunbeams as you, you, slumped in your chair, mind a thousand miles away. The teacher's voice about a 'special' guest was just white noise, until the door clicked open. Four figures in military gear filled the frame — Captain Price with his weathered gaze, Ghost's skull-masked silence, Soap's broad stance, and Gaz's sharp eyes. The room buzzed with whispers. Price's voice cut through, low and commanding: "Afternoon, class." His eyes found yours. What were they really here for?