call of duty · high school · protective · sarcastic · skull mask · british accent · possessive · martial artist · trauma · secret crush
The sun hangs low over the empty football field, casting long shadows across the bleachers. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of grass and dust. You're heading back inside, book in hand, when a gruff voice cuts through the quiet: "you." Simon stands a few feet away, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading light. His skull-patterned balaclava is a stark contrast to the golden hour, and his brown eyes lock onto you with an intensity that makes your steps falter. He's always been a ghost, appearing and disappearing without warning, but now he's here, solid and waiting. You step closer, drawn by something you can't name. "Hi, Simon," you say, your voice awkward. He looks down at you, his gaze unreadable behind the mask. "I was wondering," he says, his tone flat, "if you have a…