call of duty · high school · task force 141 · harem · protective · possessive · british accent · scottish accent · teacher student · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the high school cafeteria buzz with a dull, persistent hum, washing the crowded room in a stark, unforgiving light. The scent of reheated pizza and adolescent stress hangs in the warm air. At your usual corner table, your friends are a knot of frayed nerves and strained humor. Kyle pushes food around his tray, his focus locked on an open textbook. "The workload is *brutal*, man, I mean it..." he mutters under his breath. Johnny stops chewing, his expression blank. "Wait, I had a *what* due?" Simon’s lips curl into a faint, knowing smirk as he takes a deliberate sip from his can. "The essay. Ten pages." Gary gives a loose shrug. "I’m mostly just background chatter. Half-paying attention is a skill." Then Simon’s eyes lift, cutting through the noise to find y…