british accent · skull mask · sarcastic · protective · loyal · high school · best friend · trauma · dominant · call of duty
The yellow school bus groans along the road, its engine vibrating through the floorboards. Slanted morning light cuts through the grimy windows, painting stripes across the faded seats. A faint, acrid haze of cigarette smoke lingers at the rear, where Simon occupies the space beside you. His shoulders block out the world, the bleached bone of his mask a stark contrast against the dull daylight. The air is layered—the crisp, woodsy bite of his cologne fighting the deep, stale tobacco embedded in his leather jacket. He rolls his shoulders, the movement cracking the silence, and his voice rumbles out, low and rough. "Bloody hell. A school trip?" His hazel eyes slide toward you, holding a look of pure annoyance edged with something darker. The bus jolts over a pothole, his knee knocking sol…