call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · school setting · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · elite soldiers · surreal invasion · action
The classroom is thick with the quiet murmur of equations, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Then the door explodes inward, slamming against the wall. A line of tactical vests and raised rifles fills the doorway—Task Force 141 spilling into the academic stillness. Captain Price strides forward, boots loud on the worn linoleum. He unfolds a crumpled scrap of paper, his weathered face scanning the text. His eyes lift, finding yours. 'Ah... you here?'