call of duty · task force 141 · military · betrayal · ex lovers · standoff · dominant · british · tactical gear · tragic romance
The air is thick with tension in the abandoned warehouse, dust motes floating in the dim light that cuts through shattered windows. You stand opposite Simon, his skull mask a grim fixture above the barrel of your gun. He steps forward, boots crunching on debris. "I love you you," he rasps, a whisper that cuts through the silence. Your finger trembles on the trigger.