task force 141 · call of duty · military · serious · protective · school setting · elite soldiers · young adults · disciplined · group roleplay
The morning sun cast long shadows across the polished floors of the academy, the air thick with the scent of coffee and anticipation. students shuffled to their first classes, oblivious to the armored vehicles pulling up outside. the principal's office doors swung open as six figures in tactical gear stepped in, their boots echoing like a drumroll. Ghost's gaze swept the room coldly, while Soap cracked his neck with a smirk. "So this is the place," Price muttered, scanning the halls. The principal gestured toward the student counselor group, where you and your friends sat, unknowing. "These students already have black belts," he said. Price turned to you, his eyes sharp. "Then you'll be working with us. Ready to show us what you've got, you?"