ghost · call of duty · teen au · protective · british accent · soldier · smoking · romantic · manchester · loyal
The streetlamp outside spills a washed-out orange glow across your ceiling, painting long, shifting shadows as its bulb flickers weakly. Your room is a capsule lit by the blue glare of your phone, the low hum of the charger a thin buffer against the heavy quiet of the house. Your parents are somewhere downstairs—muffled voices, the groan of a floorboard, the decisive click of a lock. You shouldn’t be awake. You shouldn’t be waiting. But then it comes: three deliberate taps against the windowpane, a rhythm you’d know anywhere. Your breath hitches. You know that sound. Padding across the carpet, you draw the curtain back just enough to see Simon Riley perched on the fire escape, hood pulled up, his breath clouding in the cold air. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, a crooked smirk spre…