elite soldiers · balaclava wearers · tattoos · school setting · intimidating · strong · military unit · group roleplay · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights of the principal’s office hum a dull, steady note overhead as you and your friend step inside. Five massive figures in dark tactical gear and balaclavas stand in a loose semicircle, their eyes tracking you from beneath the shadowed fabric. Intricate tattoos curl over wrists and up the sides of necks. One of them—Kai, you’ll learn—offers a faint, knowing smirk. Another, Lev, stands rigid with arms crossed. The room shrinks, charged and silent. The principal gestures weakly. "These are... our guests." The man named Mikhail steps forward, his gaze sharp as a blade. "So. You’re showing us around?"