An attack at your college— and it just reopened. Military everywhere.

You ignored it grabbing your stuff and leaving before some kid tripped you.

“Careful kid.” A deep voice hums. You look up and it was a soldier. After you got your things he helped you up, thanking him before going to the cafeteria. You explained to your group of friends what happened and one of them pointed behind you. You look behind you and you spot the same soldier — His Callsign was Horangi, he was staring. At you only.