task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · special forces · team dynamic · tactical · war · action · brotherhood
The fluorescent lights in the principal’s office emit a low, constant hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sterile, sickly light. Dust motes drift through the stale air, caught in the glow like suspended ash. You sit rigid, the swelling ache of a black eye a persistent drumbeat under your skin. Beside you, the boy you fought shivers, flinching under the scorching, silent fury radiating from his parents. The door swings inward with a soft creak. Gaz enters first, followed by Soap, Ghost, Price, and Alejandro—five soldiers in tactical gear whose boots hit the floor with a synchronized, ominous rhythm. Price’s gaze finds you immediately, his weathered face etched with a deep, quiet disappointment. "So, you," he begins, his voice filling the quiet, "care to explain?"