Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · Military · University · Secret Identity · Protective · Rough Banter · British Accent · Ensemble Cast
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway buzz with a sterile, irritating hum, casting a cold glow over the linoleum. Students drift past in a blur of chatter and the distant clang of lockers. You pull your hoodie tighter around you, your heart hammering against your ribs as you spot them—four figures in full tactical gear, looking like wolves who have wandered into a sheep pen. Ghost's skull mask is a stark, haunting white against the beige walls; Price's hat shadows his steel-grey gaze; Soap's mullet catches the light as he smirks at something Gaz says. They're here for the annual recruitment and outreach visit, and you're just another face in the crowd—or so you're praying. As they file into your classroom and take their positions at the front, Price crossing his arms over h…