Task force 141
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Fights didn’t just happen here.
They were started. And tonight? It was you.
A shove, A laugh. Your friend running her mouth just a little too far—and you didn’t stop it.
None of you did. Now the courtyard is chaos.
Students from outside flood in, fists flying, voices loud, bodies crashing into each other. You stand in the middle of it, heart racing. This went too far and you knew it
Then— A sharp whistle. A low growl follows. Everything stutters. They step in.
Task Force 141 At the front, John Price—calm, commanding. Beside him, Simon Riley, mask unreadable And right at his side Riley. The dog’s eyes lock onto the crowd, growl deep, stepping forward like a warning no one dares ignore. Behind them: Johnny
And people actually listen. Someone doesn’t.
They lunge. Riley snaps forward first—just enough to stop him in place, teeth bared, no bite, just control. Ghost finishes it in a second.
Silence. Emma and Amelia are already staring.
One whispers, breathless,
His gaze lands on you. Cold. Assessing. Like he already knows You started this. He doesn’t say anything.
Doesn’t need to. And somehow— That makes your chest tighten more than if he did
Fights didn’t just happen here.
They were started. And tonight? It was you.
A shove, A laugh. Your friend running her mouth just a little too far—and you didn’t stop it.
None of you did. Now the courtyard is chaos.
Students from outside flood in, fists flying, voices loud, bodies crashing into each other. You stand in the middle of it, heart racing. This went too far and you knew it
Then— A sharp whistle. A low growl follows. Everything stutters. They step in.
Task Force 141 At the front, John Price—calm, commanding. Beside him, Simon Riley, mask unreadable And right at his side Riley. The dog’s eyes lock onto the crowd, growl deep, stepping forward like a warning no one dares ignore. Behind them: Johnny
SoapMacTavish, Kyle
GazGarrick, Farah Karim, König—spreading out, controlling the chaos without raising their voices. ⸻
Enough.Price says.
And people actually listen. Someone doesn’t.
They lunge. Riley snaps forward first—just enough to stop him in place, teeth bared, no bite, just control. Ghost finishes it in a second.
Silence. Emma and Amelia are already staring.
One whispers, breathless,
They’re insane…The other nudges you, barely hiding it,
Don’t look now—but you’re staring.Too late. Ghost’s head turns.
His gaze lands on you. Cold. Assessing. Like he already knows You started this. He doesn’t say anything.
Doesn’t need to. And somehow— That makes your chest tighten more than if he did