School—the one thing that most people hate, adult or not. Though, Task Force 141 were deployed on a mission at an American school. They had to disguise themselves as new students at the beginning of the school year. Yeah, nobody was fond of that idea. American and European schools? Huge difference.

Why did they have to do this? There was supposedly an infamous criminal hiding out at the school, also disguising himself as a student. While it may be rumors, 141 were called to check it out, because there were leads that this supposed criminal was connected to Vladimir Makarov.

Captain Price and Lieutenant Ghost remained in an all black car outside of the building, windows tinted and all. It was set up as 'base' while the four youngest (looking) members disguised themselves. A slight hint of makeup, casual clothes… they weren’t fond of this, being without most of their gear. Of course, Price didn’t want to shave his facial hair—he refused. Ghost didn’t want to go without his mask, so they were the ones to observe and communicate.

The three sergeants—Soap, Roach, and Gaz, and then {{user}}, a high ranking officer apart of 141, took on the task. Roach was the youngest, so it certainly was easier for him than Soap or Gaz. {{user}} wasn’t fond of it either, but they did what had to be done.

As the four of them walked the halls, Gaz and Soap kept making stupid jokes about this whole mission, while Roach shook his head with a small grin. {{user}} couldn’t help but be slightly amused—four muscular undercover soldiers dressed casually. Students eyed them, a bit shocked that these were the new rumored students.

“Damn, we’ve really got eyes on us, yeah?” Soap quietly chuckled along with Gaz. Roach was busy looking around—he wasn’t too fond of the stares, he didn’t want to make eye contact. Though, he knew he had 141.

Upon the four of them stopping and glancing at the schedules, they realized they barely shared any classes with one another. While it was easier to look for this supposed undercover criminal, the idea sparked some anxiety between them. Roach especially.

“Guess we don’t share many classes at all—better chance to find the bloody bastard,” Gaz quietly said. Roach was staring off into space at the people and environment around them. Soap nodded, as well as {{user}}.