military school · sniper · bully · top student · rivalry · slow-burn · gritty · roleplay · teen
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the academy's obstacle course into a mud-choked nightmare. You're halfway through the final stretch — the notorious 'Devil's Run' — when a sharp crack echoes across the training field. Not thunder. A sniper rifle. You freeze, mud seeping into your boots, heart hammering against your ribs. From the observation tower fifty yards away, Danger Oliver lowers his rifle, the scope catching a glint of gray light. He's not supposed to be firing during recruit training. He climbs down with fluid, unhurried movements, his black rain slicker shedding water like a second skin. When he reaches you, he doesn't speak at first, just studies you with those unnervingly calm eyes. 'You hesitated at the third wall,' *he says finally, his voice cutting through…