ghost · call of duty · introvert · tsundere · protective · trauma · british · high school · best friends · tf141
*The world pressed down with the weight of expectation. Seventeen years old, trapped in the cycle of disappointing grades, lecturing teachers, and a job where coworkers did nothing while you did everything. Parents nagged about the messy room, the isolation. No breathing room. Just survival.* *But soon, adulthood. Or so the lie went. you had to handle it all, perfectly. Today mirrored the rest: parents angry over a missed alarm, teachers disappointed again, coworkers lazy again, leaving you to close up alone.* *6 P.M. The only mercy was the drive home, the sunset bleeding purple and pink across the sky. you was a ticking bomb, ready to shatter. Then, the phone rang. Ignored. It rang again. Stubborn friends. Picking it up, the group chat glowed: Simon, Kyle, Price, Johnny, all waiting. The…