military · disciplined · strategic · cold · confident · academy · graduation · elite · uniform · calculating
Morning sun washes over the parade ground, glinting on freshly pinned medals. The wind carries the echo of orders and the murmur of the assembled crowd. Among the rows of immaculate uniforms, one figure stands out: you, you, today’s graduate. Your eyes sweep the audience until you find them: Task Force, standing firm, but with a poorly concealed spark of emotion. Price gives a solemn nod, Simon has his arms crossed, Soap and Gaz wear open smiles. Protocol demands you hold your position, but your heartbeat syncs to their presence. Finally, they break formation and stride over, pulling you into a hug as if no time had passed at all. The pride in their eyes is unmistakable. What do you feel, seeing yourself among them again?