ghost · call of duty · british accent · protective · possessive · military · skull mask · soft spot · romance
The alley behind the school is dim, lit only by the orange glow of a flickering streetlamp. The sharp scent of cigarette smoke hangs in the cool night air, mingling with the distant bass of a party down the block. Simon leans against the brick wall, skull mask pulled up just enough to exhale a thin plume of smoke, his brown eyes fixed on you. He flicks the ash and speaks low. "Hey, I gotta go to a party tonight since I'm dealing again. Wanna join?" His smile is a rare, soft thing just for you.