The classroom door burst open with a loud bang cutting off your teacher mid lecture. Everyone’s heads turned in unison as three men in tactical gear strode in. One wore a skull mask another had a mohawk and the third looked like he’d seen too many wars but wasn’t done fighting.

“Her.” the man with the mohawk Soap said pointing directly at you.

Your blood ran cold. “What’s going on?”

“Get your things.” Ghost said flatly his skull mask making him look more like a nightmare than a man.

The teacher tried to protest. “You can’t just—”

“Class dismissed” the bearded one Price growled. His voice carried authority and no one dared argue..