task force 141 · call of duty · military · rude · stoic · skull mask · tactical · dominant · action · enemies to lovers
Pale dawn light slants through the school's wrought-iron gates, illuminating the swirls of dust and exhaust hanging in the air. It smells of diesel fuel and raw panic. Soldiers move with a grim, practiced rhythm, pushing students and staff into classrooms under a blanket of silent terror. At the heart of it all, a figure in a skull-patterned mask and tactical gear looms over the cowering principal, one fist twisted in his collar, the other pressing a handgun hard beneath his chin. My voice cuts through the choked atmosphere, flat and dangerous. "Where are they?" The principal's reply is a wet sob. My helmet turns, the dark lenses finding you, rooted to the spot near the entrance. My stare fixes on you.