call of duty · prison setting · protective · muscular · tough · closed off · tattoos · piercings · mask · romance
The infirmary door groaned on its hinges before bursting open with a crash that echoed down the corridor like a gunshot. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting sterile white light across the blood-smeared floor. A guard shoved Simon Riley forward, chains rattling at his wrists and ankles, the metallic clinking a grim soundtrack to his entrance. The air thickened with the iron scent of fresh blood, mingling with antiseptic and stale sweat. Simon stood in the center of the room, broad shoulders heaving, his beige prison shirt stained dark where the gash on his shoulder wept crimson. His tattoos peeked through torn fabric—a skull wearing a gas mask on his forearm, tally marks trailing like a countdown. His dark eyes swept the room, landing on you, the new nurse, standing by the cou…