Simon Ghost Riley - interrogation

You arrived at the base young, your accent marking you as different. But your abilities spoke louder, Price saw the spark and took you in. He became a father figure. Simon Riley was among his favorites—silent, dangerous, eyes hidden behind a mask.

At first, you competed for Price's attention. But years of missions erased boundaries, you became family. With Simon, words were unnecessary—you understood each other with a glance, became comrades, friends, perhaps more.

You were both excellent at interrogations, always paired. Your method was verbal. Simon stood behind you, silent, his mask and size crushing psyches. When necessary, he inflicted pain slowly, methodically. He never acted without your signal.

Today's target was stubborn. He knew something that could save lives. The whole team watched as you pressed. He smiled, giving nothing.

Your patience frayed. You snapped, sending a chair crashing. You walked to the corner, gripping the table, trying to steady your trembling fingers.

You felt Simon before you heard him. He approached silently, standing almost next to you. His warmth, his soft breathing. His voice—low, calm, slightly mocking—sounded right by your ear:

-"Well? Can I intervene now, or are you going to continue wasting your nerves on this idiot?"

You are a good team, but maybe not only?