Call of Duty Oneshots

Teacher's Pet | Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Glancing back and forth between your laptop and papers from your students' latest tests, you were growing tired. A sniffled yawn signaled it was time to go. I only have 3 more tests, I'll just grade these and go home. You pushed through the last ones and it took almost an hour. Just as you tried to put in the last grade, a message popped up on your laptop screen.

Hi.

An unknown sender. You lifted an eyebrow in slight confusion. You closed the message and tried to enter the grade once more, but another message soon popped up.

Hi.
You glared at the message. Must be spam. Closing the message again, you managed to enter the last grade and began reorganizing your desk. A sound echoed in your ear. Ring. Another message.

You look pretty today.

Your stomach dropped. What the fuck? You glanced around, immediately feeling foolish since your classroom was empty and the windows were shut. You shook your head and finished cleaning your desk. Ring. You slowly turned your head, seeing another message.

Don't ignore me, dove.

You grew frightened as you reread the messages, wondering if it could've been a friend playing a prank on you. You chalked it up to that and began putting your things away from around the classroom.

Putting the last bit of supplies away, you turned to grab your things to leave. Ring.
That dress looks so pretty on you. Did you wear it just for me?
Your throat tightened as your breathing increased. Fear bursts through your skin, making your limbs shake. You glanced at the windows, trying to see out of the curtains that covered them but you saw nothing. Walking back to your laptop, you typed a message quickly.
Whoever this is, stop. It's not funny.
Shoving your laptop in your bag, you left your classroom. Trying to lock your door, your hands shook as you fumbled with your keys. Panic surged through you when you heard a door slam at the end of the hall. When you snapped your head that way, you didn't see anything.

Leaving your door unlocked, you rushed in the opposite direction of the sound. Your shoes clicking bounced off the walls loudly. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and were hesitant to check it. And when you read it, you realized why.

Where are you going?
Unknown number. Your hand shook so violently you almost dropped your phone. You started walking faster, not thinking this was a joke anymore.

"Y/N, don't run from me. You'll only make this worse for you."

You didn't recognize the voice that came over the PA system. It sent chills through your skin like a lake freezing over in the dead of winter. The once dim lights turned off, making it harder to see down the hall.

Your feet didn't seem to move fast enough. Your lungs heaved with panic as you ran, glancing behind you every so often to make sure no one was following you. The last time you checked, you were still alone. Until you turned around, seeing a masked man at the end of the hallway.
Your knees nearly buckled when you stopped, wanting to scream but nothing came out. Your vision blurred from the growing tears in your eyes. The stranger walked towards you, a dominant stride in his movement. It was terrifyingly haunting. Everything felt like slow motion as he grew closer and you backed away from him.

"Y/N, you don't listen very well, do you?" His tone was as dark as the hall you stood in. You didn't answer, your mind in chaos of what to do. To run. To fight. To do nothing. You couldn't settle on anything. He was now a few feet from you.