ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · tactical · masked · soldier · action
The yellow light of late afternoon filters through the chemistry classroom windows, scattering dust motes in the air. The smell of chalk and chemicals hangs thick as the senior class listens to the teacher drone on about ionic bonds. At the back, with the hood of his sweatshirt still pulled up, sits Simon Riley—his knuckles still aching after a week away from school. His eyes are fixed on the nape of you's neck, on the curve he knows by heart. He glances away for a second, spots Túlio two desks over, and a muscle in his jaw tightens. Then, without getting up, he leans forward, his warm breath ghosting over you's ear, and murmurs: 'Boring class, right princess?'