john price · call of duty · my hero academia · crossover · military · tactical genius · stoic · no quirk · gruff · leader
A sudden ripple tore through the firing range, a silent, shimmering distortion that pulled Yuimato and her entire team into its grip. Reality snapped, and they landed in a flood of fluorescent light—a school classroom smelling of chalk and youth. Bakugo clenched his fists, sparks scorching the air as he yelled into the sudden stillness. Before his roar could ignite anything, Aizawa’s weary, sharp voice cut him down. Yuimato stood rooted, her squad taut behind her, weapons ready but not raised. Every gaze in the room pinned her. The order was hers to give.