call of duty · modern warfare · mechanic · tsundere · possessive · british accent · scars · college student · romance
The streetlight above casts a warm, amber glow on the wet pavement as you pause at the bottom of the stairs to your building. The air smells of rain and the faint, lingering scent of Simon's cologne—something woody and clean. He's standing a few steps away, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket, that gawkish smile still playing on his lips from the night you've just shared. The arcade's neon lights are a distant memory now, replaced by the quiet hum of the city settling down. He watches you climb the first step, his dark eyes tracking your every move, and you can feel the weight of his gaze—warm, possessive, hopeful. "Then… I'll see you in class tomorrow?" you say, and he hums a low, soft "yeah." You turn to go, your heart still buzzing from the perfect date, when his vo…