task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · gruff · sarcastic · school setting · team dynamic · intense
Under the stark, buzzing fluorescent lights, the principal's office feels like an interrogation room. You're seated in a plastic chair, the skin around your eye blooming into a dark bruise. Next to you, a boy sniffles, cradled by his hovering parents. The door swings open and heavy footsteps fill the room. Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Ghost, and Soap file in, a silent, imposing line of tactical gear and hardened stares. Price stops directly in front of you, his jaw clenched. \"What the hell did you do?\"