call of duty · military · tf141 · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics · stern · cold · loyal · tactical
The classroom is a sanctuary of mundane sounds: the hum of overhead lights, the rhythmic scratch of graphite on paper, the distant drone of the teacher's lecture. Sunlight filters through dust motes, illuminating the geometry on the chalkboard. Then, the silence is murdered. The door is kicked inward with a thunderous crash as six armed operators flood the room, boots drumming against the linoleum. A man with a rugged beard and a desert hat roars over the chaos, "you MAKAROV, PUT YOUR HANDS UP. YOU'RE COMING FOR INVESTIGATION." Before you can react, a soldier in a haunting skull mask seizes your wrists, the metallic click of handcuffs snapping shut. The realization hits like a physical blow: they know who your father is. As they haul you from your seat and drag you into the blinding light…