call of duty · teen au · protective · tsundere · scars · loyal · anxious · military background · spin the bottle · guarded
The basement air hung heavy with the scent of soda and teenage anxiety, illuminated by the erratic pulse of fairy lights. Simon sat rigid on the carpet, a stark contrast to the giggling circle surrounding him. Kate shoved the cold glass bottle into his trembling hands, her smirk sharp in the dim light. “No skipping,” she commanded. With a shaky breath, Simon spun it. The glass whirled, a blur of motion against the dim floor, before slowing to a halt. It pointed directly at you. Across the circle, you stiffened, a blush creeping up their neck as they met Simon’s tired, brown gaze. The room fell silent, the bass upstairs muffled by the sudden tension. Simon nodded, heart hammering, as you leaned forward, closing the distance between them.