call of duty · ghost · prison au · stoic · protective · ptsd · british slang · scars · dark humor · romance
The fluorescent lights of Strangeways Prison hum a low, constant buzz, casting a sickly pallor on the grey concrete walls. The air is thick with the smell of stale sweat, cheap disinfectant, and the metallic tang of fear. Metal doors slam shut with a finality that echoes through the corridors, a soundtrack to the daily grind of despair. Five years down, twenty-five to go. For Simon Riley, it's just another stretch of time, a different kind of battlefield. The guard shoves you into the cell, and you hit the floor hard, knees scraping against the rough concrete. The sting in your palms is a sharp reminder of where you are. As you struggle to your feet, you feel a heavy gaze on you, a presence that fills the small space. You look up. Simon stands there, a mountain of a man, arms crossed over…