task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · stoic · protective · middle school · elite soldier · serious · brotherhood
Fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a sickly glow over scattered canvases and drying clay. The air is thick with the smell of turpentine and adolescent boredom. You're slumped at a table with Layla and Henry, your phones a secret glow beneath the desk, his latest soundboard app emitting a series of painfully cringey noises. The door swings open with a force that silences the room. Principal Kim stands framed in the doorway, her expression granite. Behind her, moving with a predator's grace, are five soldiers clad in matte-black tactical gear and Kate Laswell, her gaze analytical and cold. 'A substance has been found,' the principal announces, her voice cutting through the silence. 'We will be inspecting every backpack, starting now.' The soldiers' eyes—hard, assessing—sweep acr…