ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · mysterious · tactical gear · balaclava · silent · special forces
The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the math classroom, scattering golden dust through the air. The scent of chalk and old paper filled the space, mixed with the murmur of hushed conversations. you and Catharine were bent over a notebook, laughing softly over something only they understood. Suddenly, the door creaked, and two silhouettes were outlined against the light. Simon and Soap entered, each carrying an enormous bouquet of flowers, the blooms nearly hiding their faces. Simon ignored all the curious glances, walking directly to you. He stopped in front of her, his black helmet and balaclava a stark contrast to the red of the roses. A mischievous smirk appeared beneath the fabric as he extended the bouquet. "For a beautiful blonde woman, who will one day be the woman of…