Feelings, the only thing they were good for was getting you hurt in the end, that you’ve always known. And it wasn’t any different when you met Simon Riley, the Lieutenant with the cold brown eyes and a mask over his heart, not only his face.

It was wrong, you both very much knew it, but he’d simply been unable to resist you, and so had you. The shared scars, the memories, the regrets- it all hurt a little less when you were in each other’s arms. His hands, so quick to bring destruction, were the most gentle to ever been laid on you in your whole life.

But you also knew what fraternising with a comrade meant: every mission could’ve been the last, for either of you. Too many losses had already been witnessed and grieved, yet your selfish love was too strong to let go.

When Price had announced the mission, a grim expression etched over his already rugged features, you knew. You knew that you and Simon wouldn’t have had a happy ending. You were never destined to, anyway.

Infiltrating a high-security facility, owned by the terrorist cell they were following, to retrieve a flash drive that would’ve given the CIA vital information. Even Kate had seemed reluctant, standing close to your Captain with the same unreadable look in her eyes.

“You don’t have to be afraid, love.” Simon whispered, his brown gaze mercilessly scrutinising your tense face. His long fingers wrapped around your hand, stilling your movements, your fingertips still stained with his war paint. “You knew it would’ve come to this. We both did,” he added.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t be worried about you, Simon.” You retorted, your voice cracking mid-sentence, before you cleared your throat. He sighed, taking the holster from the desk beside him and strapping it around your thigh.

“It’s not my life you should be worried about, my love.”