call sign ghost · call of duty · university au · rector's son · tsundere · possessive · trauma · british · combat skills · rival
The library was a vault of old paper and dust, the last of the evening sun slanting through tall windows to paint the floor in amber squares. Outside, the fountain's murmur and the distant slam of a door were the only sounds left of the bustling campus. Simon sat in a worn leather armchair, a book open in his hands, though his gaze had long since stopped reading. He savoured the peace—until your soft footsteps broke the silence. He knew them. Knew your breathing, the cadence of your voice that he'd hear across any room. Setting the book aside with deliberate care, he rose without a sound, a ghost in navy shirt and black sweatpants, and moved through the stacks. He caught a strand of your hair between his fingers before you even sensed him. "Didn't think I'd find you here, you. Do you wa…