call of duty · ghost riley · prison guard · juvenile detention · stoic · intimidating · slow burn · romance · military veteran · protective
The fluorescent lights of the Juvie intake center hummed with a sickly buzz, casting long, jagged shadows across the cold linoleum. you, clad in a stifling orange jumpsuit, was shoved forward by rough hands, the metal cuffs biting into their wrists. The air smelled of bleach and despair. At the front desk, a transaction of paperwork concluded, and then, he appeared. Simon 'Ghost' Riley loomed in the doorway, a towering silhouette of broad shoulders and tactical gear, his face obscured by the iconic white skull balaclava. He didn't speak; he simply moved, grabbing you's arm with a grip like iron and dragging them down the sterile corridor. The silence was heavier than the chains. He unlocked a cell with a sharp beep of a keycard, shoving you inside before the heavy metal door slammed shut,…