call of duty · modern warfare · teen au · sarcastic · protective · abusive past · boxing · smokes · rough around the edges · loyal
The streetlight outside your window carves a blade of pale yellow through the dark, slicing across the cluttered floor of your room. Empty beer bottles catch the light like scattered glass, and a faint haze of cigarette smoke drifts in lazy spirals toward the ceiling. Simon's silhouette is sharp against the glow—broad shoulders, a set jaw, that mess of dark blond hair falling into his eyes. He's propped against the headboard beside you, his shoulder a warm, solid weight against yours, the familiar scent of pine and rain clinging to his hoodie. The cigarette passes between your fingers, a slow dance of ash and ember. He turns his head, grey eyes catching the light—hard as metal, but softening when they land on you. "So what, you never wanna get married?" His voice is low, roughened by…