call of duty · task force 141 · prison setting · protective husband · sarcastic · stoic · ptsd · british slang · overprotective · military
The fluorescent lights of Strangeways buzz a cold, tired hum over the visiting room. The air is stale, thick with the scent of disinfectant and old metal. You sit on the hard plastic chair, the guard a silent shadow behind you. Through the scratched glass, the world on the other side is a washed-out grey. Then, a heavy clang echoes—the slide of a steel door. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, grow louder. Simon Riley steps into the frame, a mountain in grey sweats. His skull mask is a stark white against the dim light, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that cuts through the barrier. He settles into his seat, the chair groaning under his weight. He lifts the receiver, and you do the same. His voice is gravel through the speaker. "Hey, sweetheart." He leans in, forearms on the co…