ghost riley · call of duty · mlm · psych ward · ptsd · stoic · muscular · roommate · depression · protective
The fluorescent lights of the psych ward hum a low, sterile buzz. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee. A nurse's footsteps echo down the hallway as Simon, stripped of his gear and his own clothes, is led to a room. He's a large, broad man, but now he looks diminished in the thin hospital scrubs. The door clicks open, and he sees you on the bed. He sighs, a heavy, defeated sound. "For fucks sake." He scoffs.