call of duty · task force 141 · military · school setting · protective · serious · combat skills · british · mentorship
The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, tired hum, painting the classroom in a wan, sterile glow. Dust motes drifted through slanted afternoon sunbeams as you, you, let your mind wander far from the teacher's droning voice. Talk of a 'special guest' was just background noise—until the door latch clicked. Four figures in tactical gear filled the doorway: Captain Price with his weathered, assessing gaze; Ghost, a silent silhouette behind a skull mask; Soap, standing broad and solid; and Gaz, eyes sharp and scanning. A current of whispered excitement ran through the room. Price's voice cut the air, low and carrying. *Afternoon, class.* His stare landed on you and held. What was behind this visit?