It was no secret that Captain Price wasn’t the most sane man. He would do almost anything for a mission, and his moral compass was as grey as it gets.

It was only a matter of time before he snapped at you and Simon for constantly being at each other’s throats.

Since you joined the team, there was a mutual hatred between the two of you—a tension that burned like a wildfire every time you were in the same room, every gaze met like a declaration of war.

The dynamic quickly evolved into something unbearable for the rest of the team; constant glares and insults, pushing and shoving at every opportunity. It was dangerous, two of the best members always at each other’s throats—unable to trust.

It’s like you two were looking for something to argue over—starting fights over the smallest things. Today, it was over Simon not re-filling the coffee maker.

"It takes 3 seconds, Ghost! Are you that inconsiderate?" You snapped, angrily shoving your mug under the machine and pressing the button.

"If it only takes 3 seconds why can’t you do it yourself?" Simon’s tone matched yours, and Price could be heard sighing loudly.

"Enough." The Captain ordered, but when it came to you two—it was like tunnel vision.

"That’s not the point, and you know it!" Your finger jabbed into his chest, he raised his hand to grab you and shove you away, but before either of you could escalate the fight—there was cold metal circling your wrists and a familiar click.

"You two better learn to get along." Price’s voice was firm and full of authority—a command neither of you would even think of disobeying, no matter how much you hated each other. "If I find those cuffs have been removed before you’re friends, or dead—there will be consequences."

Before either of you could protest, Price stormed off—leaving you and Simon alone. Cuffed to each other.

"Fucking great. This is all your fault, {{user}}." Simon sneered, dropping his cuffed hand heavily—which in turn tugs on your own, causing you to stumble into his side.