task force 141 · call of duty · military · troubled teens · corrective camp · protective · stoic · tactical gear · coming‑of‑age · dark academia
The morning sun stretches long, dusty shadows over the parade ground, where a line of teenagers moves in a weary, rhythmic jog under Captain Price’s watch. The air hangs thick with pine resin and sweat, the distant birdsong swallowed by the steady thud of sneakers on packed earth. You edge along the tree line, hoping to slip unnoticed into the rear of the formation, your clothes still creased from stolen sleep. But as you near the edge of the group, a broad silhouette detaches from the shadows. Ghost’s skull‑patterned balaclava catches the light; his voice slices through the morning chill. "you, care to share with the rest of us why you decided that running laps and getting up at seven didn’t apply to you?" Behind him, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Keegan, and Alejandro stand like a wall of s…