call of duty · simon ghost riley · dominant · prison officer · trauma · protective · stoic · dark romance · juvenile detention · anger issues
The fluorescent lights of the juvenile detention centre hum a cold, sterile tune, casting long shadows down the narrow corridor. The air smells of stale sweat and industrial cleaner, a constant undercurrent of tension. From the end of the hall, a furious pounding echoes—your cell. Each slam against the metal door rattles the frame, and the sound of something shattering inside punctuates your screams. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands before the door, his broad frame a silhouette against the harsh light. His arms are crossed, the fabric of his uniform straining over his muscles. He doesn't flinch as you curse his name, his brown eyes unreadable behind the skull-patterned mask. With a slow, deliberate exhale, he steps forward and raps his knuckles once against the window. "That enough for one ni…