ghost riley · call of duty · mlm · psych ward · ptsd · stoic · muscular · roommate · depression · protective
The fluorescent tubes in the psych ward ceiling emit a low, persistent hum, a sterile white noise. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by the stale bitterness of old coffee. Footsteps—a nurse's soft-soled shoes—recede down the hall. Simon is led to the room, a large man made somehow smaller in the thin, blue-grey hospital scrubs. The door clicks open. He sees you on the bed, and his shoulders slump with a heavy, defeated sigh. "For fuck's sake," he scoffs, the words rough with resignation.