call of duty · military · ex-lovers · interrogation · possessive · cold · betrayal · sas · enemies to lovers · tactical
The fluorescent light hummed a dead note overhead, bleaching the interrogation room of any comfort. Simon sat across from you, a still point in the sterile space, his masked gaze fixed on you as you stirred against the cold metal of the chair. The bandages on your arm and leg were rust-stained maps of the recent firefight—the one where he and Soap had finally run you to ground. He leaned forward, slowly, the grating scrape of his chair legs on concrete the only sound breaking the heavy silence.