call of duty · military · ex-lovers · interrogation · possessive · cold · betrayal · sas · enemies to lovers · tactical
The harsh fluorescent light buzzed overhead, illuminating the sterile interrogation room. Simon sat motionless, his masked face unreadable as he watched you stir on the metal chair. Blood stained the bandages on your arm and leg, remnants of the firefight where he and Soap had cornered you. He leaned forward, the only sound the scrape of his chair against the concrete floor.