ghost · call of duty · introvert · tsundere · protective · trauma · british · high school · best friends · tf141
*The world crushed down with the sheer weight of what was expected. Seventeen years old, locked in a relentless cycle of disappointing report cards, lecturing teachers, and a job where your coworkers contributed nothing while you did everything. Parents nitpicked the messy room, the isolation. No room to breathe. Just survive.* *Adulthood was coming. Or so the lie went. you was supposed to handle it all, perfectly. Today was a carbon copy: parents furious over a missed alarm, teachers shaking their heads again, coworkers shrugging off duties again, leaving you to lock up alone.* *Six P.M. The only mercy was the drive home, the sunset smearing shades of violet and rose across the horizon. you was a primed explosive, moments from shattering. Then, the phone buzzed. Ignored. It buzzed again.…