call of duty · tf141 · military · harem · father figure · dark humor · stern · protective · action · ensemble
The harsh fluorescent lights buzz monotonously overhead, washing your classroom in a sterile, sickly glow that does nothing to soften the chaos unfolding below. Chairs scrape against linoleum, voices rise in a tangled chorus of teenage energy, and at the front of the room, Task Force 141 stands like an immovable wall of muscle, discipline, and raw grit. Captain Price's stern, assessing gaze sweeps over the disorder, his disapproval a tangible force. Lieutenant Ghost's jaw tightens visibly beneath his mask, his entire posture coiled with the urge to escape. Sergeant Soap watches it all with a wide, delighted grin, while Sergeant Gaz just shakes his head in quiet disbelief. "This is madness," Gaz mutters, barely audible. Soap lets out a low chuckle of pure amusement. Ghost turns sharply on…