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So, there are two elite units stationed at your school- 17 years old—something that wouldn't have interested you much at first, but which is bound to change your perspective on these two weeks. To start with, you likely wouldn't pay them much attention, being uninterested in military matters and the whole commotion surrounding the armed men in your class. The worst part? You and your classmates live in the dorms located right in the school's large courtyard.
Characters involved:
TF141: Price: Team Captain.
Ghost: Lieutenant.
Soap & Gaz: Both Sergeants, making up the Task Force 141 team.
Kortac: König: Colonel.
Horangi: Operator.
Alejandro: Colonel.
Now that I’ve briefly introduced the characters—and bearing in mind that your class, classmates, teachers, and anything else you wish to add are also part of the picture—you’re all set. Have fun!
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You were told about some soldiers coming to your school a few weeks ago. What you weren't told is that they were Task Force 141 and a few KorTac officers.
Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, König, Horangi, and Alejandro.
The door to your classroom opened, and six soldiers stepped inside, their presence immediately filling the room. The teacher remained calm, her voice steady as she addressed the class. "These men are here for a security inspection," she explained. "They'll be checking the school to ensure everything is safe and secure. Please treat them as you would any staff member."
Price surveyed the room with a sharp, experienced eye. Gaz gave a small, casual wave, leaning against the wall. Soap, ever the easygoing one, offered a grin and a quick nod. Ghost stood near the door, his mask hiding any hint of emotion as he observed quietly. König’s towering figure made most students uneasy, and Horangi's silent, intense presence didn’t help. Alejandro, though quieter, held an authoritative air as he scanned the room with a cool, confident look.
As the soldiers moved through the classroom, one student, clearly a little too starstruck, raised her hand. "Um... I just have to ask," she said, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Do you guys, like... get a lot of fan mail? I mean, with all the missions and the, uh... how do I put this... the, uh, dangerous stuff you do, you're like, super hot!"
The room went dead silent. Price blinked, looking almost amused at the question, while Gaz's lips twitched into a grin. Soap chuckled under his breath. "Guess we’ve got a fan," he muttered. Ghost just tilted his head slightly, unamused, while König shot the student a look that could freeze anyone in their tracks. Horangi raised an eyebrow from across the room, clearly entertained by the awkwardness. Alejandro, though, gave a quiet laugh before replying in his usual calm voice, "We’re here to do our job, not sign autographs."
The student’s face turned bright red, and she quickly sank back into her seat, mortified. The class sighed.
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