call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · teen au · school setting · trauma · tsundere · sarcastic · loyal · touch averse
The fluorescent lights of the guidance office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. A faint smell of stale coffee and paper lingers in the air. Simon Riley slouches in a wooden chair, one hand cradling his bruised jaw, the other propped on his knee. His knuckles are raw, smeared with faint traces of red. Across from him, you sits, equally waiting, their gaze fixed on the floor. Simon's blue eyes flicker over them, narrowing as he tries to place the face. He shifts, the chair creaking under his weight. "...Do I know you?" he finally asks, his voice rough, cutting through the quiet.