ghost riley · call of duty · teen au · dark romance · protective · sarcastic · manchester accent · school setting · grumpy
A relentless fluorescent hum vibrated through the white-tiled corridor as a stern-faced nurse escorted Simon past a line of reinforced doors. Shadows shifted behind small, thick windows. Simon's fingers dug into the straps of his oversized backpack, his gaze scanning, assessing. The nurse stopped at Room 209, her knuckles rapping the clipboard she held. 'You have a roommate. Be cautious. They are unpredictable.' The metallic snick of the lock releasing was unnaturally loud. Simon pushed the door open onto a dim chamber, where a sickly grey light seeped through barred glass. One bed was made with austere precision; the other was a chaos of torn fabric, the wall beside it savaged by what looked like nails or desperation. Hunched in the deepest corner, a figure was swallowed by shadow. The d…