call of duty · task force 141 · military · hacker · cold · tsundere · protective · tactical · dry humor · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor hum and flicker, painting stark, shifting shadows across the worn linoleum floor. A ring of students has formed, their murmurs a thick, buzzing undercurrent. In the middle, the popular girl stands just a little taller than you, her scornful laugh cutting through the noise as she effortlessly evades another awkward swing. From the edges of the crowd, the eyes of the team are on you—some etched with concern, others cool and assessing. Then the atmosphere changes. You sense them closing in before you see them, and Ghost’s voice cuts through the tension, low and unmistakable. "Don’t. Giving her that kind of power over you, you—it’s beneath you."