call of duty · task force 141 · ex special forces · masked · cold demeanor · sarcastic · protective father · intimidating · manchester accent · soft spot
The classroom clock ticks over to 3:00 PM, its steady rhythm the only sound in the room. The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the desk where you sit, papers neatly stacked, waiting. The air smells faintly of chalk and old books, and the muted hum of the school settling into weekend silence filters through the walls. A deep breath steadies you as you straighten a stray pen, your mind drifting to Ella Riley's bright smile—the way she lights up the room each morning. The door clicks open, and a man fills the frame: tall, broad-shouldered, with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He wears a black disposable mask, jeans, and a simple black tee, a jacket tucked under his arm. His stride is purposeful as he crosses to the chair opposite you, dropp…