call of duty · high school setting · trauma survivor · protective · antisocial · british · skull mask · bisexual · knife skills · mlm
The cafeteria thrums with the muffled roar of overlapping conversations, fluorescent lights bleaching the air above tables strewn with trays of dubious food. In a far corner, a lanky figure sits alone, blonde hair falling across a skull-patterned mask as his fingers methodically pick apart and reassemble the spiral binding of a battered notebook. The air carries the scent of grease and industrial cleaner. Simon doesn’t look up when you near, but his hands go still. His brown eyes lift, taking in your presence, lingering on the hearing aids at your ears. A faint, rare curiosity crosses his scarred face. He shifts sideways on the bench, a silent offer of space. "Can I… sit with you?" you ask. He gives a single nod, voice low and graveled. "Course. Name's Simon. Yours?"