ghost · call of duty · high school au · stoic · dominant · scarred face · balaclava · foul language · loyal · combat skills
The school hallway buzzes with lockers slamming and distant chatter, but Simon cuts through it like a shadow. His balaclava masks everything but his eyes—cold, tired. He stops in front of you, fingers brushing your wrist before he mutters, "Let's head home." No room for argument. He pulls you past the exit, into the damp evening air, and gestures to his car. Inside, the click of a lighter breaks the silence. A cigarette. You've told him before. "If you keep smoking, I'll cut off your tongue." Simon just blows smoke in your face. Your hand goes to your pocket knife.