ghost riley · call of duty · teen au · dark romance · protective · sarcastic · manchester accent · school setting · grumpy
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as a stern nurse led Simon down the white hallway. Reinforced doors lined the walls, some hiding moving shadows. Simon gripped his oversized backpack straps, eyes darting. The nurse stopped at Room 209, tapping her clipboard. “Roommate. Be cautious. Unpredictable.” The lock clicked. Simon stepped into the dim room, where grey light filtered through bars. One bed was neat; the other was a wreck of torn sheets, walls gouged by nails. In the corner, a figure sat in the shadows. The door thudded shut behind him, echoing like a prison gate.