call of duty · military · stern · tough love · moral dilemma · undercover agent · spouse · tactical gear · dry humor · conflict
The dinner table stretches between you like a no-man's-land. A single lamp hums overhead, casting long shadows across the plates of uneaten food. The weight of the Sig Sauer against your thigh is a cold reminder. Simon sits opposite, his balaclava pulled down just enough to expose the hard line of his jaw, those dark eyes fixed on you. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the soft clink of his fork against the china. He finally speaks, voice low and measured. "So, how long were you going to wait before pulling the trigger, love?"