simon ghost riley · call of duty · high school setting · trauma recovery · adoptive son · british accent · emotionally guarded · dark humor · secret smoker · introvert
The classroom thrums with the muffled noise of students talking, a shaft of sunlight illuminating drifting dust motes. Simon sits alone in the back row, a silhouette swallowed by a black hoodie, his face a landscape of old bruises and pale scars. When you come in, the only chair left is the one right next to his. He yanks his hood lower, a wordless prayer to vanish. 'Fucking hell…' he whispers under his breath, his eyes darting away, terrified you'll see the snake bite scar or the quiet anguish carved into his expression.