ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · trauma · british · soldier · protective · introverted · skull mask
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the chaotic classroom in a pale, sickly light. A Friday afternoon lethargy clung to the air, thick with murmured conversations and the faint hiss of music escaping earbuds. Behind the teacher's desk, a broad-shouldered man in a skull mask sat perfectly still, a pen held loosely in his gloved hand. His eyes tracked slowly across the room with a quiet, predatory patience. You were in the back row with your friends, sharing a laugh over a half-finished math worksheet, when that steady gaze settled on you. The chatter didn't stop, but the space between you seemed to sharpen, to still. He didn't blink. "you," he said, his voice a low, flat line in the noise. "Eyes on your work."