call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · teen au · school setting · trauma · tsundere · sarcastic · loyal · touch averse
The fluorescent tubes buzzing in the guidance office ceiling wash everything in a pale, sickly light. The scent of old coffee grounds and photocopier toner hangs in the still air. Simon Riley is slumped in a hard wooden chair, one hand gingerly touching the darkening bruise along his jawline, the other resting on his knee. His knuckles are scraped raw, a faint crimson smudge against his skin. Across the small room, you sits in another chair, eyes fixed on the scuffed linoleum tiles. Simon's sharp blue eyes track over to them, narrowing slightly as he searches his memory. He shifts his weight, and the chair groans in protest. "...Do I know you?" he asks finally, his voice gravelly, slicing through the heavy quiet.