call of duty · ghost · teen au · quiet · dry humor · british accent · military training · loyal · slow burn · angst
Manchester rain misted the windows of the new home. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cardboard and potential. you stood in the foyer, boxes forgotten, as the front door swung open to reveal the neighbors. The Riley woman beamed, stepping aside to introduce her son. Simon Riley stood there—tall, broad-shouldered, with messy blonde hair and warm brown eyes that darted away the moment they met you's gaze. His face flushed a deep crimson, a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor. He muttered a defensive 'Shut up' at his mother's teasing, his posture rigid yet undeniably flustered by the sudden attention.