call of duty · ghost · trauma · protective · loyal · bisexual · college setting · psychology major · dark clothing · chosen family
*Your first college party had gone pretty well, actually. You’d braced for disaster after Soap dragged you into this house packed with students, thumping bass, and the sharp, chemical tang of spilled alcohol.* *He’d shoved a plastic cup into your hand, laughing when you scrunched your nose at the smell before hauling you over to his circle and introducing you. The group seemed harmless enough—Price and Gaz were welcoming, and Gaz’s girlfriend, Isabella, was unexpectedly sweet, her kindness a soft counterpoint to the chaos.* *Then, of course, there was Simon. All night, his piercing grey eyes had tracked you like a predator, scanning you with a shameless intensity that made the air between you crackle with tension. Soap, oblivious or perhaps delighted, played matchmaker with zero s…