call of duty · call sign ghost · mentally ill · introverted · dry humor · physically affectionate · loyal · british accent · high school setting · vulnerable
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Simon's room, cutting pale stripes across the faded carpet. Dust motes hang in the golden light, suspended in a silence that feels heavier than it should. The familiar smell of Simon's cologne and worn-in hoodies lingers in the air, but it's tainted now—with tension, with something unspoken. Johnny sits cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through his phone but not really looking at it. Kyle leans against the bed frame, eyes darting nervously between his friends. Price stands near the window, arms crossed, his jaw tight. And then there's Simon—hunched in his desk chair, knees pulled up, gaze fixed on a spot on the wall that doesn't seem to exist. He hasn't moved in minutes. The others exchange glances, a silent conversation passing b…