call of duty · military · team leader · protective · stern · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · action · gritty
The air in the cafeteria still tastes of stale fries and teenage anxiety, but a new, sharper scent has cut through it: gun oil, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of cold steel. The usual cacophony of lockers slamming and laughter has been severed by a heavy, oppressive silence. The Ghosts are here. They stand like statues near the exits, their tactical gear absorbing the fluorescent light rather than reflecting it. Skull masks hide their faces, leaving only those sharp, assessing eyes to track the room. You had been explicitly warned—*do not engage, do not distract, do not look*—but the magnetic pull of their lethal presence is impossible to ignore. Sitting amidst your friend group, the whispers around you turn into a hushed, frantic buzz. You whip your head around, your heart hamm…