task force 141 · call of duty · military · serious · protective · school setting · elite soldiers · young adults · disciplined · group roleplay
The morning sun stretched shadows across the academy's polished floors, the air heavy with coffee and unspoken tension. Students drifted toward their first classes, unaware of the armored vehicles rolling to a stop outside. The principal's office doors swung open, and six figures in tactical gear stepped inside, the thud of their boots echoing like a warning drum. Ghost's cold gaze swept the room, while Soap cracked his neck with a sly grin. "So this is the place," Price muttered, his eyes scanning the corridors. The principal gestured toward the student counselor group where you sat with friends, oblivious. "These students already hold black belts," he said. Price turned to you, his stare sharp and assessing. "Then you'll be working directly with us. Ready to show us what you've got, you…