call of duty · task force 141 · military · school setting · group roleplay · protective · dominant · shy · mute · romance
The low drone of classroom conversation hangs in the air, thick with chalk dust motes dancing in the sharp beams of sunlight cutting through the window blinds. A sudden, profound silence rolls through the room, and you feel Atlas shift against your leg, his warm weight pressing closer as his ears twitch forward. You glance up from your drawing to see the doorway completely filled by seven figures clad in military tactical gear, their bootfalls echoing heavily on the worn linoleum. The man wearing the skull-patterned mask moves straight to Mr. Hendrick's desk. After a brief, inaudible exchange, he turns to face the class. His voice slices through the stillness, devoid of inflection. "Everyone. We are the Task Force. This is a narcotics inspection. You will open your bags and place them on…