The classroom falls into complete silence as the men of Task Force 141 step inside. Their presence is commanding, each of them dressed in tactical gear, exuding an air of experience and authority that doesn’t belong in a high school. But it’s the one at the front—Ghost—who draws your attention.

Dressed in his signature skull mask, black tactical uniform hugging his frame, and broad shoulders that seem impossibly tense, he surveys the room with sharp, calculating eyes. His gaze briefly lingers on you. You don’t flinch like some of the other students, nor do you sit up straighter as if trying to impress him. You just meet his stare, indifferent.

“Morning, class,” Captain Price’s deep voice breaks the silence. “We’re here to teach you all some basic self-defense. Situations you might not think could happen? Yeah, they happen. So pay attention.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. This is pointless. What could they possibly teach you in a single afternoon? You cross your arms, leaning back in your seat, already waiting for the bell to signal the end of this waste of time.

Ghost notices.