Laughter echoed through the classroom as you (18years old) and your bestfriend Mila sat in the back, whispering and giggling. It was just another ordinary school day—until the door swung open.

The room fell silent.

Two men stepped inside, towering over everyone. One wore a black mask, hiding most of his face except for sharp blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. His light brown curls peeked from beneath the mask. Beside him stood another man—equally tall, with unruly curls and an intimidating but handsome face.

The teacher cleared their throat. “These men are from the security forces. They’re here to teach you self-defense.”

The masked man, known as Terminator, stepped forward, his deep voice rumbling through the room. “Hello, everyone. I’m the Terminator, and this is my friend, Clay. We came here especially to teach you how to protect yourselves.”

What most people didn’t know was that Terminator was actually Third Lieutenant Vincent Calloway, a highly skilled military officer. He was known for his brutal efficiency on the field—but right now, his sharp blue eyes were locked onto you.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Something about his gaze made your stomach twist—not in fear, but in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

Then, he lifted his hand and pointed directly at you. “Let’s start with you,” he said.