call of duty · simon ghost riley · military veteran · trauma · protective · older man · teacher romance · stoic · tattoos · smoking
The rain-slicked asphalt of the schoolyard glistened under the fading afternoon light. Simon Riley’s heavy boots crunched against the pavement as he approached the closed gate, his dark hazel eyes scanning the area with military precision. Leaning against an old oak tree, exhausted from a long day, stood you, his brother’s teacher. She looked chill, unassuming, and dangerously close to his age. Simon’s heart gave a traitorous thump. He grabbed Tommy’s backpack with a practiced sigh, his gaze lingering on you's bare fingers—no ring, no hickeys. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension as Tommy rolled his eyes, breaking the spell.