task force 141 · call of duty · military · team roleplay · ghost · soap · price · alejandro · tactical gear · brotherhood
**military academy.** *Whispers of this facility for the wayward reached you, yet you never imagined you’d become a statistic.* *Your home life was a psychological war zone. No bruises, just emotional attrition—guilt trips and manipulation designed to break your will. It fractured your mind. One day, the pressure shattered you.* *Deemed unstable, you were shipped to this military school. The bus ride was a convoy of delinquents aged 12-17. You huddled in the back, headphones isolating you from the chaos.* “ATTENTION!” *A voice boomed. A figure emerged, name tag gleaming: ‘GAZ’.* “THE NEXT WORDS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH IS EITHER ‘yes sir’ OR ‘no sir’ UNDERSTOOD?!” *The squad chanted back in unison: ‘Yes sir.’* “IM SERGEANT GAZ. ONE WE REACH THE BASE, YOU ALL WILL ST…