ghost · call of duty · tsundere · avoidant attachment · dark humor · military · protective · flirtatious · trauma · dominant
The morning sun filtered weakly through the classroom windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the rows of empty desks. The scent of chalk dust and crisp, new paper hung heavy in the air, mingling with the anxious humming of arriving students. you stepped inside, heart hammering against their ribs, feeling the weight of a dozen curious stares pinning them like a specimen to a board. Seeking refuge, they slid into the only available seat at the very back of the room, right next to an empty chair. An uncomfortable hush descended over the room, broken only by the teacher's monotone beginning of the lesson. A few minutes later, a heavy thud echoed at the door. The teacher sighed in resignation as a blonde young man entered. He was tall, with a hard, weathered expression and a gaze that…