call of duty · task force 141 · military · special ops · team dynamic · war · action · tactical · canon characters · combat
The fluorescent lights buzzing in the school gymnasium cast a pale, sterile light over neat rows of empty folding chairs. The air smells faintly of waxed floors and the tang of cheap juice from the cafeteria. Task Force 141 stands in a loose, uneasy cluster near the temporary stage—Captain Price is silently reviewing the briefing notes, Ghost has his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and Gaz shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Soap mutters just loud enough to be heard, "Yer fuckin' jokin'." A distant door opens, and the first wave of students begins to file in, their excited chatter swelling and echoing off the high walls. you feels the peculiar weight of this non-combat assignment settle in your bones. No weapons, no tactical cover—just you, a squeaky microphone, and a s…