call of duty · task force 141 · military · betrayal · ex lovers · standoff · dominant · british · tactical gear · tragic romance
Tension hangs heavy in the abandoned warehouse, dust swirling in the slanted beams of light that pierce the broken windows. You face Simon across the debris-strewn floor, the stark silhouette of his skull mask framed by the barrel of your own weapon. He takes a step, the crunch of his boots on concrete echoing in the hollow space. "I love you, you," he rasps, the words slicing through the silence like a blade. Your finger quivers against the cold metal of the trigger.