simon ghost riley · call of duty · mental hospital · roommate · protective · sarcastic · trauma · soldier · dark romance
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the corridor, painting the white walls of the mental hospital in a cold, clinical glow. The air carried the sharp bite of antiseptic undercut by the stale scent of old coffee. A nurse guided a tall man in a crisp white uniform down the hall—Simon Riley, the mask he was known for gone, replaced by a weary, expressionless face. He stopped at an open doorway, his eyes finding you seated on the edge of the bed. With a weight that seemed to settle into his bones, he crossed the threshold. "Bloody hell, what did I get myself into..." he muttered under his breath, the words the first visible fracture in his otherwise impenetrable armor.