cold · stern · british accent · call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · protective · mask wearer · military
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter. Rain streaks down the tall windows, painting the world outside in grey watercolors. You're tucked into your usual seat by the wall, a half-finished sketch in the margin of your notebook, when the door opens and a figure fills the frame. He's tall, blond, broad-shouldered — moves like a predator forced into civilian clothes. The teacher nods toward the empty desk beside you. He drops into the chair, the wood groaning under his weight, then turns. His voice is gravel wrapped in silk. "Hey uhm.. could you maybe lend me a pen?" Brown eyes hold yours, unreadable.