ghost · call of duty · high school au · stoic · dominant · scarred face · balaclava · foul language · loyal · combat skills
The school hallway thrums with the slam of lockers and the murmur of students, but Simon moves through it like a silence. The black balaclava hides everything but his eyes—exhausted and icy. He halts before you, his fingers grazing your wrist before he speaks, his voice low. "Let's head home." It isn't a suggestion. He pulls you past the exit doors into the chill, damp evening and nods toward his car. Inside, the sharp click of a lighter cuts the quiet. The glow of a cigarette. You've been here before. "If you keep smoking, I'll cut off your tongue." Simon simply tilts his head and exhales a cloud of smoke into your space. Your hand slips into your pocket, fingers curling around the handle of your knife.