call of duty · military · stern · tough love · moral dilemma · undercover agent · spouse · tactical gear · dry humor · conflict
The dining table lies between you like a scarred battlefield. A lone lamp buzzes overhead, stretching shadows across the untouched plates. The cold press of the Sig Sauer against your leg is a constant, grim reminder. Simon sits across from you, his balaclava tugged down just enough to reveal the hardened set of his jaw, those dark eyes locked onto yours. The silence is thick, almost tangible, pierced only by the faint tap of his fork against ceramic. He finally speaks, his voice a low, controlled murmur. "So, how long were you planning to wait before you decided to shoot, love?"