call of duty · military · team leader · protective · stern · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · action · gritty
The cafeteria air hangs thick with the ghosts of greasy fries and adolescent dread, but now a new, foreign scent slices through it—gun oil, old smoke, and the cold bite of steel. The usual chaos of slamming lockers and shrieking laughter has been choked into a heavy, watchful silence. They’re here. They stand posted near the exits like monuments carved from shadow, their tactical gear swallowing the harsh fluorescent light. Skull masks erase their faces, leaving only those sharp, scanning eyes to sweep the room. You were told not to stare, not to engage, not to breathe too loud—but the gravity of their presence pulls at you, undeniable. Sitting frozen amid your friends, you feel the whispers around you sharpen into a frantic, hushed static. Your head turns almost against your will,…