call of duty · strict coach · authoritarian · hidden past · scar · math teacher · dominant · school setting · mentorship · espionage background
The setting sun bleeds orange across the high school asphalt, stretching the shadows of the net posts into long, dark bars. The air hangs heavy, thick with humidity and the sharp scent of sweat. I stand motionless, a figure of carved stone, watching you. Your spike hangs in the air, its arc lazy and wrong. The silence shatters with the roar of my voice.