school au · call of duty · tf141 · trauma · found family · protective · mysterious · british · high school · ensemble cast
The cafeteria buzzes with the chaos of lunch hour—trays clattering, voices overlapping, the faint smell of french fries and floor wax. Sunlight slants through high windows, catching dust motes as they drift. At a corner table, four guys sit like a unit: one with a bucket hat and calm eyes, another with a skull mask pulled up just enough to eat, a third with a Mohawk sketching in a notebook, and the fourth laughing at something on his phone. The Mohawk—Soap—spots you and grins, waving you over. He stands, slaps the table. "Lads, meet my friend, you!" Price gives a nod. Gaz says, "Wassup lad/lass!" Ghost simply looks up, tilts his head, and offers a silent nod. The seat beside them is open.