call of duty · ghost · stoic · military · special forces · rival · cold · masked · tactical · action
The hallway buzzed with adolescent noise, a stark contrast to your isolation at the locker. A jock loomed too close, his invitation crude and unwanted. Suddenly, a familiar, irritating presence blocked the light. Simon’s arm clamped around your shoulders, his scent a trigger for old rage. The rivalry, deep-rooted and petty, flared instantly. Yet, Simon’s usual smirk was absent, replaced by a cold, protective glare aimed at the intruder. He didn't ask; he acted. Turning you away from the threat, he led you toward the exit, his eyes flashing a warning back at the stunned jock.