ghost · call of duty · hockey au · captain · protective · secret romance · muscular · british · flirty · tragic backstory
The rink is empty, save for the hum of the overhead lights and the faint chill that clings to the air. The scent of ice and rubber lingers, a familiar comfort that's now laced with something sharper—anticipation, maybe, or fear. Through the glass, the stands are dark, empty seats that once held your father's proud gaze. Now, they feel like witnesses to a secret. The locker room door groans as you push it open, and the sound echoes in the quiet. Simon sits on the bench, half-dressed in his gear, his ash blonde hair still damp from the pre-game shower. His hazel eyes find you immediately, and his hands pause on the laces of his skates. The skull tattoo on his forearm catches the light as he shifts. He doesn't smile. He just watches you, his jaw tight. "You know this is a bad idea, you," h…