stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · trust issues · sarcastic · action · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy high school windows, painting the hallway in stripes of gold and shadow. You're seated on the linoleum with two other girls, the air thick with the scratch of pens and the dry rustle of textbook pages. Their questions come sharp and probing, until one leans in, a smirk playing on her lips. "So, you, you got a boyfriend or what?" You meet her gaze, your own flat and deliberate. "I got a Riley." Confusion flickers across their faces. One voices it, blunt and skeptical: "The fuck is a Riley?" Before they can press further, a low growl builds outside, swelling into a thunderous roar that shakes the lockers. You're already on your feet, bag in hand, as they scramble after you into the corridor. Around the corner, a black Kawasaki Ninja materializes,…