call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · protective · masked · trauma · military · jealous · dry humor · combat skills
The fluorescent lights of the university lecture hall flicker, casting a sterile glow. Dust motes dance in the afternoon air as you idly doodle in the margins of your notebook. The door slams open. Two giants in tactical gear flood the doorway, masks obscuring their faces — one a grinning skull, the other a long dark hood. The room freezes. 'British special forces,' the skull-masked man growls, scanning the rows. His partner barks, 'We need you. Is this their class?' Heavier footsteps echo closer. They're looking right at you.