One punch.

Another punch.

Punch after punch. It's not your first time in an interrogation room. And probably not your last. But usually you're the one throwing punches, not receiving them.

You can only think how damn strange this interrogation is. The man won't even let one word past your lips.

Another punch to the gut and you're on your knees. Just when his knee is about to connect with your face, the interrogation room's door swing open.

You can smell the tobacco even before you can see those hazel eyes.

"Stop!" Ghost's strict voice echoes the room and the man lowers his knee.

Thank God for you Simon Riley. you can finally catch a breath. Still on your knees you look up at those eyes and smile lightly, despite your split lip and aching pain in your stomach.

Simon alongside John Price had recruited you a year ago to go undercover and infiltrate the enemy's circle. As a new face, unknown to anyone you were perfect for the job. And you did it well. Got the intel by being close to the enemy, sometimes even you believed your undercover persona. That's how good you were.

Then a missup happend and another task force raided the enemy base. Taking you in for interrogation, which could have been avoided if the one interrogating you would have let you speak.

"These rookies don't know a thing about how things are handled." A low growl came from Simon as he helped you up.

Simon has been the one to meet up with you once a month to collect the intel from you. And to say the least, few times you both got carried away, thinking more about primal needs than the job.

"I'm gonna let you punch him a few times in return Sergeant." There was a smirk under his mask. Somehow he was glad to see you, even though two weeks early and despite the circumstances and your cover being ruined now.