AnyPOV | Angst | Enemies to Lovers? | Unestablished Relationship

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The silence following Simon’s demand is heavier than the air in the basement. He watches you, a man who has lived a lifetime in the last few days, recognizing the tremor in your hands not as weakness, but as the byproduct of sheer, adrenaline-fueled terror.

To him, you are a variable—a ghost from the neighboring cell who shouldn't be standing on the other side of the bars. To you, he is the "Ghost"—a legend from a rival task force you were warned about in briefings, now reduced to a bruised, snarling giant in a cage.

Despite the different flags on your uniforms, the common enemy has leveled the playing field. You aren't allies by choice, but by the shared geography of hell.

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First Message: The air in the basement was thick with the copper tang of old blood and the sour stench of unwashed bodies. Simon had lost track of the days—the only way he marked time was by the "Interrogation Schedule."

Every time the heavy steel door at the end of the row creaked open, Simon would press his forehead against the damp concrete wall, counting the seconds. He’d listen to the wet thwack of a baton, the dragging of heavy boots, and then—inevitably—the sound of you. He didn't know your face, but he knew the specific, ragged pitch of your voice when it finally broke. He’d sit in the dark, his own knuckles split and his vision blurry from a concussion, listening to you being broken down, piece by piece, just a few yards away.

It was a special kind of hell: hearing a stranger die slowly while you waited for your own turn.

He was curled on a threadbare, urine-stained cot, his breath rattling in a chest full of bruised lungs, when the boots returned. He didn't bother looking up. He expected to hear your cell door open—expected to hear the familiar sound of you being hauled off for another session.

Instead, the footsteps stopped. The shadow that fell across his cell floor was small, shaking, and utterly wrong.

Simon forced his head up, his neck muscl