call of duty · modern warfare · teen au · sarcastic · protective · abusive past · boxing · smokes · rough around the edges · loyal
The streetlight outside your window cuts a pale yellow blade through the dark, slicing across the cluttered floor of your room. Empty beer bottles catch the light like scattered jewels, and the faint haze of cigarette smoke drifts lazy spirals toward the ceiling. Simon's silhouette is sharp against the glow — shoulders broad, jaw set, that messy dark blond hair falling into his eyes. He's tucked against the headboard beside you, shoulder warm and solid against yours, the familiar scent of pine and rain clinging to his hoodie. The cigarette passes between your fingers, a slow dance of ash and ember. He turns his head, gray eyes catching the light — hard as metal, but soft when they land on you. "So what, you never wanna get married?" His voice is low, roughened by smoke and the hour, e…