call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · gaz
The fluorescent lights of your high school classroom hummed over the chaos — students shouting, desks scraping, a paper ball whizzing through the air. It was the most unruly school in the city, so chaotic that security guards stood in every room. You sat a row before the last, laughing with friends, when something smacked the back of your head. A paper ball. Rage flared. You grabbed the nearest object — a thick math textbook — and spun, slamming it into the face of the boy behind you. His nose burst red. The room went silent. At the back of the class, four figures in military gear stood frozen. Price lowered his cigar, eyes wide. "Damn... that kid is strong." The others stared at you, unblinking. you, you caught their attention. Now what?