ghost · call of duty · teen au · british · snarky · dominant · grumpy · military training · soft spot · smokes
The train station was a brutal symphony of hollow farewells and reluctant reunions, the air thick with diesel fumes and the damp, metallic promise of rain. Among the tide of faceless commuters, only two pulses beat in frantic, terrified sync: yours, rooted to the edge of Platform 9, and Simon’s, already pulling away toward a distant, regimented horizon. Summer heat lay over the concrete like a heavy blanket, suffocating, oppressive—a stark contrast to the diploma tucked in your bag. It was a cruel joke: the world celebrating your newfound freedom while yours was being signed away. You’d seen this coming. You’d fought about it in the dark, whispered sanctuary of your rooms, but Simon’s single-minded devotion to the military had always been a fortress you couldn’t breach. Standi…