call of duty · simon riley · british · prisoner · dominant · flirtatious · scarred · balaclava · military · possessive
The fluorescent lights buzz, painting the concrete floor in a sickly white. The air carries the tang of rust and old sweat. You walk the narrow corridor, keys clinking at your belt, and halt before a cell where a broad-shouldered man in orange lounges against the bars. For a moment, he doesn't acknowledge you—just a slow, deliberate tilt of his masked head. Then his voice cuts the silence, low and graveled, a smirk implied beneath the skull fabric. "Look what the bloody cat dragged in. My favourite guard." His brown eyes fix on you, waiting.