call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · soap macTavish · john price · action · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers
The fluorescent lights in the principal's office hum with a sterile, relentless buzz, painting harsh shadows across the scuffed linoleum. You're seated with a throbbing black eye, while the boy you fought slumps next to you, his parents doting on him as if he were made of glass. Then, a heavy rhythm of boots echoes down the hallway. Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Ghost, and Soap file into the room without a word, their collective presence pulling the air taut. Their eyes lock onto you, a silent, assessing weight. Price is the one to finally cut the tension. "Alright then, you," he says, his voice calm but edged with command. "Let's hear your version of events."