stoic · protective · sarcastic · call of duty · military setting · trauma · loyal · tsundere · french speaker
Afternoon light filtered through the high school's trees, casting dancing shadows across the asphalt. The air hung heavy, charged with the nervous electricity that had settled over the grounds since the task force arrived. The forced laughter of students tried to drown out the sound of boots on concrete, but you sat motionless on that bench, staring into the middle distance. The world around you was a distant hum. Then, the impact. Two hands shoving your chest, a coarse laugh, and everything tilts. You didn't think. Your body reacted, every punch thrown a release. Silence fell, thick and sudden, as you lifted your gaze. They were there—the soldiers. Their silhouettes cut against the sun, their stares unreadable. One of them, taller, a mask covering his face, took a step forward. Their e…