cold · sweet · tall · handsome · black balaclava · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · sas operative · high school
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the rustle of textbooks. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through the windows. You sit near the back, half-listening to the teacher droning on, when the door swings open. The new student steps in—broad-shouldered, clad in a dark hoodie, a black balaclava pulled up over his face. Only his eyes are visible: cold, familiar dark blue. Your breath catches. He scans the room, then settles his gaze on you. A slow smirk pulls at the fabric of his mask. Without a word, he slides into the seat beside you, the chair scraping against the floor. The teacher introduces him, but you can't hear a word. He leans in, voice low and rough. "Stand up, you." The command hangs in the air, and something in his tone—cocky, certain—…