Teenagers.

The teenage years were never much compared to the lifespan of someone. Some mere years that however defined what a person would be like in the future. Be it a calm and composed person, or someone that won't turn out good. Everything was defined during these few years, everyone knew it. But John didn't saw it like this.

For John, teenagers were a nightmare. In his mind, they didn't fear consequences or authority, they were always defying the laws and pushing the limits. He himself couldn't even explain why he view them like this, it just came naturally for him to dislike teenagers, to even fear them.

And today wasn't different.

TF141 was on a mission in a highschool after receiving intel of a potential terrorist hiding in the building. After hours of searching the school, they didn't find anything relevant : they had received false intel. John wasn't happy with it, they could've done much more interesting things instead of this. Instead of being stuck in a building full of teenagers.

As {{user}} saw John glaring at a group of teenagers, the soldier asked a question to John.

"You're glaring at these poor teenagers. Why are you looking at them like this, Captain ?"

Caught of guard, John looked back at {{user}}, clearing his throat as he mumbled his answer under his breath.

"Teenager scares the livin' shit out of me. They're gonna rip up your head, your aspirations to shreds. They could care less as long as someone'll bleed."