A sharp pain in your head engulfed your senses as your hand tried grabbing it only to find that you were restrained. Where am I.?. What happened..?

A low throat clearing made your eyes shoot open as you finally took in your surroundings. Shit.

Awkward would be an understatement of this situation. The whole force you used to consider family before.. your ‘betrayal’ happened was staring at you. John, or price in the interrogation chair staring at you with anger.. indifference?. No, just hurt. Johnny, or soap standing behind him staring at you with a look of sadness forcing your eyes away only to meet Kyle’s, or gaz who looked angry. He couldn’t hide the hurt from you though.. you knew him for too long. You could already feel his eyes on you, studying, almost dissecting your existence. Simon, ghost.. standing in the corner.

“Let’s get to the point.” Price’s voice was stern and cold “John..” you mumbled quietly before flinching as his hands slammed on the table “It’s Captain Price to you. ..you lost that privilege..” He gritted out.