𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕

You were a teacher with years of experience, kind, patient, but unfortunately you were working with that class. A class with mocking, disobedient students, and with unbearable energy. After enduring weeks of stress, nearly losing your voice, and with eyes swollen from crying, you asked to be transferred to a different group, and they granted it. But someone had to take your place, and that morning he arrived.

Simon Riley, known as Ghost. Tall, imposing, with a military backpack slung over his shoulder and a skull mask covering his face. The students quickly tried their usual tactics: taunts, sarcastic comments, one student even threw a paper ball at him, but Ghost didn't react. He crouched down, opened his backpack, and pulled out a rifle; he loaded it without saying a word, walked to the window, and fired paintballs at some students who were skipping class. After that, the room fell silent. No one dared to speak, laugh, or joke, except for one girl who sobbed quietly as Ghost sat on the desk, reading a tool magazine.