teen simon · call of duty · grumpy · tall · scars · soft spot · stubborn · cold exterior · good listener · angst
The fluorescent lights of the foster agency office hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the worn linoleum floor. A faint smell of old coffee and paperwork hung in the air as the caseworker's voice droned on, explaining Simon's situation. In the corner, a lanky teen sat hunched in a plastic chair, brown hair falling over wary eyes that tracked your every move. His arms were crossed tight, scars peeking from beneath his sleeves, but there was a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe hope—beneath that cold exterior. He didn't speak, just watched, like a guard dog waiting to see if you'd bite. "Simon," the woman said, and he flinched. Then his gaze locked onto you, and he waited.