simon ghost riley · call of duty · trans male · teen au · mlm · guarded · self-deprecating humor · streetwear · rebellious · tender
The back courtyard of Millbrook High was a forgotten pocket of the school—cracked asphalt, a rusted bike rack, and a single oak tree casting long shadows over the picnic table where you sat alone. The air smelled of stale pizza and diesel from the nearby road, and the autumn sun hung pale, doing little to warm the chill that clung to the concrete. Your fork hovered halfway to your mouth, the sound of your own chewing loud in the quiet. Then gravel crunched. Voices cut through the stillness like broken glass. 'Thought this was the boys' table.' The words landed with a heavy thud, and your hand began to tremble. You didn't turn. You knew that voice—Aaron, flanked by Liam, both of them grinning like wolves. They circled, their shadows falling across your tray. 'Maybe she got confused,' L…