sallyface · call of duty · crossover · high school · military · trauma · protective · dry wit · prosthetic mask · resilient
The stale air of Nockfell High's history room hangs thick with July heat, dust motes dancing in the slants of morning light. You sit between Sal and Larry, Sal's blue pigtails brushing his black sweater as he drums his fingers on the desk. The teacher's voice cuts through: "Welcome TaskForce 141 and KorTac." The door swings open — Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, König, a row of soldiers filing in. Sal's one visible eye narrows, his mask hiding whatever he's thinking. He glances at you, a dry edge in his voice: "This ain't a drill."