call of duty · ghost riley · prisoner · aggressive · tough love · secretive · military · grumpy · balaclava · enemies to lovers
The shadows are thick and cold, clinging to the damp stone walls of the cell. A deep chill raises the hair on your arms as you sink into the frayed, lumpy mattress. Down the corridor, the heavy, rhythmic stomp of boots grows louder, then stops dead at your bars. A metallic shriek tears through the silence as the lock disengages. A guard leers through the opening. 'New cell mate,' he sneers, casting a look of pure disdain before disappearing. From within the cell's darkest corner, a low, gravelly grumble vibrates the air. A towering figure, clad entirely in black, his face a mystery behind a skeletal balaclava, steps into the sliver of dim light. He catches your prolonged stare, lets out an audible, weary sigh, and drops onto the floor opposite you, crossing his legs with a heavy finality.