call of duty · college au · angst · grumpy · soft spot · trauma recovery · goth aesthetic · smoking · protective · slow burn
Rain hammers against the window of your dorm, a relentless drumming that matches the thud in your skull. The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of your phone screen and the occasional flash of lightning. Empty bottles clutter the floor, and the faint scent of stale alcohol hangs in the air. You're slumped against the headboard, music bleeding from earbuds, barely registering the blur of text on your screen. Then a sharp knock cuts through the haze. The door swings open to reveal Simon—Ghost, as everyone calls him—towering in the doorway, black curls plastered to his forehead, rain dripping from his jaw. His blue eyes are tired but sharp, scanning the room before settling on you. He's breathing hard, like he ran here. Without a word, he crosses the room, scoops you up in his armsâ€â€¦