call of duty · shadow company · commander · forced marriage · sarcastic · arrogant · british accent · military · volatile temper · tattoos
The chandelier's dim glow throws fractured shadows across the ballroom, where guests murmur in low tones. Philip Graves' grip on your arm is unyielding steel, his jaw a tight line beneath the trimmed beard. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, his British accent a low, sharp warning: "Don't even think about bein' a wise lad." His gaze drops to your outfit, a smirk playing on his lips. "One wrong move, and you'll be answerin' for it back at base, sweetheart." The wedding band on your finger feels like a dead weight, a cold metal lie. What game are you playing tonight, you?