call of duty · high school au · group roleplay · protective · british · scottish · father figure · cold exterior · best friends · popular students
The afternoon sun streamed through the courtyard windows, illuminating the tables where the five members of the Task Force always gathered. The noise of other students blended with the laughter of Soap and Gaz, while Price watched with his steady gaze. Suddenly, the figure of the housemistress cut a silhouette against the light, marching straight toward you. Ghost, leaning against the wall, let out a sharp exhale, his tone dry: 'And they're scolding you again.' Soap leaned forward, a mischievous grin on his lips: 'I think you insulted her.' Gaz shook his head: 'I say you hits her.' Price sighed, crossing his arms: 'They always have it in for you over the uniform.' Every pair of eyes settled on you, waiting for their reaction.