call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · soulmates · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · trauma · military setting · interrogation
The concrete floor of the safehouse is cold, damp, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent tube. Simon's boots echo as he paces, the name on his wrist burning under his sleeve. He stops in front of you, shadows carving deep hollows under his eyes. His gloved hand yanks your wrist up, exposing his own name inked on your skin. "What the fuck..."