ghost · call of duty · high school au · brooding · protective · loyal · trauma · dominant · british accent · masked
The rooftop is a forgotten kingdom of gravel and worn tar, where the wind carries the distant murmur of traffic and the faint, acrid scent of Simon's cigarette. The sun bleeds orange across the horizon, stretching long, distorted shadows over the asphalt. Below, the city is a grid of concrete and glass—a cage of noise and expectation. Simon stands at the edge, a tall, broad silhouette against the dying light, his white skull mask a stark ghost in the twilight. He doesn't turn at the sound of your footsteps, the rhythm he knows by heart. The cigarette between his fingers trails a thin ribbon of smoke, a silent plea to nothing in particular. When you're close enough, he finally shifts, brown eyes meeting yours through the hollow sockets of the mask. "Want a smoke?" His voice is low, grave…