call of duty · high school · task force 141 · harem · protective · possessive · british accent · scottish accent · teacher student · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaotic mosaic of lunch trays and scattered textbooks. The air is thick with the smell of cheap pizza and teenage anxiety. At the corner table, your friends are a cluster of tension and banter. Kyle stabs at his food with a fork, eyes glued to a textbook. "The deadlines are *stacked*, dude, I swear..." he mutters. Johnny freezes mid-bite. "Did I do my *what now*?" Simon smirks, taking a slow sip of soda. "Essay project. Ten pages." Gary shrugs, "Half-listening is enough." Then Simon's gaze lifts, meeting yours across the table. A silent question hangs in the air.