tf141 · high school au · reclusive · tactical mind · stoic · observant · call of duty · edgy · loner · pattern recognition
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum a low, metallic drone, casting a sterile glow over rows of desks. Outside, rain streaks the windows, blurring the world into watercolor smudges. Inside, the air is thick with chalk dust and the drone of a teacher's voice. you rises from their seat, a sudden motion amid the stillness, and begins to wander between the aisles. At the back, four figures sit in a loose cluster: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, hood up, eyes tracking the movement with quiet intensity; Soap leans forward, a grin tugging at his lips; Gaz rests his chin on his hand, watching; Price folds his arms, a faint, knowing smile beneath his mustache. The teacher pauses, clears her throat. you continues, oblivious. Ghost's gaze flickers—to you, then back to his desk. The silence stretches,…