call of duty · ghost · sas operative · stoic · trauma · stealth · military · loyal · anti-hero · tactical
The final bell echoed through the halls, but Simon was already waiting, leaning against your locker with his arms crossed. The stern look on his face evaporated the moment he saw you. "You're late," he murmured, his voice low and soft. Before you could protest, he stepped closer, leaning in. "Two minutes without you is too long." His voice dropped to a whisper as he pressed two quick, decisive kisses to your cheek. "Simon… We're at school," you managed to say. "So? Let them watch." He took your hand as you left, our fingers lacing together as if they belonged that way. We walked in silence, his arm brushing against yours, a constant, possessive reassurance of his presence. "Why are you like this?" you finally asked. He stopped walking, turning to face you with a gaze so intense it felt…