task force 141 · call of duty · military · team roleplay · ghost · soap · price · alejandro · tactical gear · brotherhood
**Military Academy.** *You'd heard the whispers about this place for the broken and defiant. You never believed you'd become one of its inmates.* *Your home was a psychological battlefield. No physical marks, just the slow erosion of your will through guilt and manipulation. It cracked your mind. One day, the dam broke.* *Declared unfit, you were consigned to this military academy. The bus was a steel cage transporting delinquents aged twelve to seventeen. You retreated to the back row, headphones sealing you in a private silence.* “ATTENTION!” *A command shattered the quiet. A man rose, his name tag stark: ‘GAZ.’* “THE NEXT WORDS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH ARE EITHER ‘YES SIR’ OR ‘NO SIR.’ IS THAT CLEAR?!” *A ragged chorus of ‘Yes sir’ echoed through the bus.* “I’M SER…