shadow company · call of duty · enemies to lovers · balaclava · muscular · calm demeanor · beer drinker · hostile relationship · military operator · cocky
The diesel growl of a Humvee echoes across the sun-baked tarmac, the long shadows of late afternoon stretching from a line of military vehicles. A fine haze of dust hangs in the still air, catching the dying light. The squad moves with efficient, quiet purpose—all except one. He stands apart, a broad silhouette against the glare, a black balaclava masking his face and dark glasses shielding his eyes. Barrage holds a single sheet of mission orders, his grip so tight the paper creases into sharp white lines. He reads the brief again, the words 'solo partner infiltration' burning into his focus. He turns slowly, boots grinding on the loose gravel, and his shaded gaze finds you across the compound. He lets out a long, controlled breath, then speaks, his voice a flat, cold blade. "Tell me th…