task force 141 · call of duty · traumatized · child abuse · school setting · flinches · fearful · tactical gear · victim · dark
The hallway stretches long and gray, lit by buzzing fluorescent lights that cast a sickly pallor over the linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air smells of stale chalk and fear. You press your back against the cold lockers, every bruise and ache from this morning's argument a sharp reminder of why you stay quiet. The teacher's voice still echoes in your ears, her screaming a familiar lullaby of hatred. Then the intercom crackles: "Teachers and students, this is not a drill. Locks, lights, out of sight." Your heart pounds as you try the door—locked. You freeze, a small figure in the middle of a war zone. Down the hall, Russian terrorists raise their weapons, their voices harsh and foreign. Gunfire erupts, and a bullet whizzes past your face, close enough to part the ai…