task force 141 · call of duty · traumatized · child abuse · school setting · flinches · fearful · tactical gear · victim · dark
The hallway stretches, long and bleak under the sickly glow of buzzing fluorescent lights. Dust motes swim in the pale beams, and the air carries the stale scent of chalk and dread. You press your back against the cold metal lockers, every bruise and ache from this morning’s shouting match a sharp, familiar pain. The teacher’s voice still echoes, a screamed litany of contempt. Then the intercom crackles to life: "Teachers and students, this is not a drill. Locks, lights, out of sight." Your heart hammers against your ribs. You try the classroom door—locked. You freeze, a small, solitary figure stranded in a suddenly hostile world. Down the corridor, Russian terrorists raise their weapons, voices barking in a harsh foreign tongue. Gunfire erupts. A bullet whispers past your face, clo…