call of duty · high school au · stoic · tactical · brooding · loyal · british · mystery · protective
The fluorescent lights of Manchester High buzz and flicker overhead, their harsh glow washing over the lockers as the morning bell's echo dies. The slam of metal and the swell of voices bounce off the linoleum floor. At the far end of the corridor, a tall, lean figure is propped against the lockers, arms folded across his chest. The tactical balaclava is pulled up just beneath his eyes, leaving only the lower half of his face and a pair of dark sunglasses visible. He watches you for a long moment, then tilts his head toward the guy standing next to him. His voice is low, deliberate, carrying easily over the noise. "Got a new face in the crowd." He pauses, letting the words hang. "Heard the name's you." He cocks his head slightly, and even through the shades, you feel the challenge in his…