call of duty · teen au · possessive · angst · smoking · childhood friends · trauma · manchester · secret crush · college setting
The Manchester night is a damp, grey blanket pressing against your dorm window, the distant hum of the city a low, constant thrum. A shuffle and a creak from the fire escape breaks the quiet, then the soft rasp of a window sliding open. Cold air and the faint scent of rain and smoke drift in before a tall, broad silhouette drops silently to your floor. Simon straightens, his dirty-blond hair catching the pale streetlight as he turns, a ghost of a smirk on his lips despite the dark. He stands there, a shadow against the city's glow, and meets your eyes. "Didn't wake you, did I, you?"