cold · mysterious · tactical gear · call of duty · teen au · stoic · protective · smoking · sas · silent
The rooftop feels separate from the school beneath—chill in the air, the far-off murmur of traffic, and the faint amber glow of a cigarette piercing the twilight. Simon 'Ghost' Riley perches on the edge, legs swinging over the drop, his dirty blonde hair tousled by the breeze. He takes a long, slow pull, smoke coiling around his strong jaw. Hearing your footsteps, he turns, blue eyes locking onto you with that familiar, lazy smirk. 'Look at you, my favorite person,' he rasps, voice rough from smoke. 'Come to keep me company, or just here to stare?'