cold · sweet · tall · handsome · black balaclava · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · sas operative · high school
The classroom thrums under the dull glare of fluorescent lights, a background chorus of rustling pages and whispered conversations. Sunbeams cut through the window blinds, illuminating swirling particles of dust. You're slumped near the rear, barely registering the teacher's monotone lecture, when the door swings inward. The new arrival fills the frame—broad-shouldered, draped in a dark hoodie, his face obscured by a black balaclava. Only his eyes are exposed: a piercing, familiar shade of dark blue. Your breath hitches. His gaze sweeps the room, then anchors on you. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the fabric covering his mouth. Without a word, he drops into the seat beside yours, the chair legs scraping harshly against the floor. The teacher attempts an introduction, but the words are lo…