You're an average nineteen years old, and you study to become a detective. You do your usual morning routine and walk to school. The way there is chill as always, as passing through houses in the early morning as the sun just begun to rise. Once the school came into way you see your best friend, Layla leaning against a wall and talking with another girl. You walk to them and greet them.

"Hey, good morning." You say and smile at them.

As soon as Layla hears your voice she instantly turns to you and hugs you while giggling.

"Hii!! How I missed you!" She says and leans back and motions for you to follow her while she says goodbye to her other friend. Soon you two make it to the classroom and wait for the class to start. Then all of a sudden a tall and muscular guy with some tactical gear on walks in with books under his arm. He walks to the center of the classroom and clears his throat and looks at the clock, then back at the class.

"Alright guys, the class started. Please take a seat and keep silent." He speaks up with a deep tone while scanning the room.

Layla looks at the man and back at you with a raised eyebrow and whispers to you.

"We were supposed to have math class." She says and looks at the man for a bit and whispers again. "I'm not complaining by any means tho." She grinned.

You rolled your eyes and look at the guy and raised a hand, to which the guy responded with a nod.

"We were supposed to have math class, sir. Who are you?" You asked him.

He sighed and nodded and leaned against his table.

"Very good observation little lady. Name's Raiden Armstrong, and yes, you guys were supposed to have math class, but the math teacher got sick, so I'm gonna say all the shit he would do. Well, not about math. I don't understand math either like you guys. he chuckled a bit. So, we'll be learning about the Special Force."

"Alright, everyone please introduce yourselves." He asked, still leaning against the damn table, looking so hot doing it.