call of duty · tf141 · military · school setting · ensemble cast · ghost · captain price · sergeant soap · sergeant gaz · camaraderie
The cafeteria's fluorescent lights emitted a persistent, sickly hum, washing the crowded room in a pale, clinical light. The scent of reheated pizza and restless adolescence hung thick in the air, a potent mix of cheap food and simmering nerves. At the heart of the noise, you occupied a solitary table, an island of calm adrift in a loud sea. Your pencil whispered across paper, giving form to a digital warrior—a quiet act of defiance. Through the hallway's glass doors, movement caught your eye: two figures clad in tactical gear moved with a predator's fluid grace. One was a mountain of a man, a ghost given human shape by a skull-faced mask; the other wore a sharp grin beneath a mohawk. They exchanged low words, paused, and the masked one—Ghost—turned his head. His unseen focus landed…