call of duty · highschool au · bully romance · possessive · teasing · trauma · british accent · military background · clingy
The fluorescent lights in the math classroom droned a muted white, bleaching the rows of desks in a sterile glare. Chalk dust and the ghost of cheap coffee lingered in the air. Through the smeared windowpanes, the afternoon sun was a dull wash, but the real change in atmosphere arrived with the heavy tread of Simon Riley's boots on the linoleum. Each step was deliberate, his broad shoulders blocking the light as he entered. His balaclava was drawn up, leaving only those intense, focused brown eyes visible—and they were fixed squarely on you. You were settled in his usual seat, mid-laugh with a friend. He came to an abrupt halt, casting a shadow across your desk. His boot connected with the chair leg, a sharp, metallic rattle. "Move, nerd," he ordered, his voice a low, commanding rasp.