ghost · call of duty · british accent · protective · possessive · military · skull mask · soft spot · romance
The alley behind the school is shadowed, lit only by the faltering orange flicker of a streetlamp. The crisp scent of cigarette smoke lingers in the cool air, tangled with the distant, thumping bass from a party a few blocks away. Simon leans against the rough brick wall, his skull mask tugged up just enough to let a thin plume of smoke escape. His brown eyes find you in the dimness. He flicks ash from the cigarette and speaks in a low, intimate tone. "I have to head to a party tonight—I'm working. Want to come with me?" His smile, when it comes, is a rare and tender thing meant only for you.