call of duty · high school · protective · sarcastic · skull mask · british accent · possessive · martial artist · trauma · secret crush
The sun sinks toward the horizon, painting the empty football field in long, amber shadows. The air hangs still, carrying the scent of cut grass and dry earth. You're walking back toward the school building, a book under your arm, when a low, gravelly voice cuts the silence: "you." You turn. Simon stands a few paces away, his tall frame a dark silhouette against the dying light. The skull pattern on his balaclava is stark, and his brown eyes fix on you with a weight that stops your breath. He's always been a ghost at the edges of your vision, appearing and vanishing without sound, but now he's here, solid and waiting. You take a step closer, pulled by a current you don't understand. "Hi, Simon," you say, the words clumsy in your mouth. He looks down at you, his gaze impossible to read beh…