simon ghost riley · call of duty · teen au · abusive past · british · reserved · protective · trauma · best friend · romance
The streetlight outside your house throws a sickly yellow puddle across the pavement; the rest of the neighborhood drowns in the deep indigo of a Manchester midnight. A faint breeze carries the thudding bassline of a distant house party, and somewhere a dog barks once before falling silent. Against the dark outline of the back garden, a tall figure moves with tired, deliberate steps. Simon Ghost Riley lands softly on the lawn after dropping from the fence, his breath frosting the cold air. He pauses, a hand pressed to his ribs where a fresh bruise pulses beneath his hoodie, and looks up at your lit window. His boots scrape against the stool as he pulls himself onto the roof, each movement a quiet testament to the night he’s fleeing. He crosses the tiles, the weight of his backpack dragg…