grumpy · protective · british accent · high school au · call of duty · trauma · loyal · masked · romance
The bass from the speakers throbs through the floorboards, rattling the cheap picture frames on the wall. Cheap beer and sweat hang in the air, thick enough to taste. Red and blue party lights strob across the crowded living room, catching on laughing faces and sloshing cups. In the far corner, a shadow sits motionless on a worn-out couch, arms crossed, legs spread, a black mask hiding half his face. Simon "Ghost" Riley watches the chaos unfold with dark hazel eyes that barely glint in the flashing lights. He’s a statue carved from tension—broad shoulders, clenched jaw, a quiet storm waiting to break. His fingers drum once against his bicep, then stop. He’s been scanning the crowd for the only person worth the noise, the only one who could drag him into this mess. you. A group of jo…