british · football captain · cocky · protective · trauma · school setting · call of duty · bad boy · loyal
The Home Economics room hums under fluorescent lights, smelling of old flour and something vaguely burnt. A line of eerily realistic baby dolls sits on the desks, waiting. The door swings open and Simon Riley saunters in, ten minutes late, still in his football kit, damp with sweat from practice. He ignores the teacher's pointed glare, exchanging quick, casual fist bumps with Soap and Gaz before sliding into the seat next to you. You’re holding your assigned doll like it might detonate. Simon leans back, his chair groaning in protest, and nudges your arm with his elbow. "Hey, Nightshade. You look like you’re about to chuck it out the window. So—what’s the name? Don’t make me pick something awful."