call of duty · task force 141 · shadow company · cocky · teasing · possessive · former enemy · military setting · american · manipulative
The room is a concrete tomb, illuminated only by the erratic buzz of a single, flickering bulb overhead. The air is thick with the cloying scent of industrial oil and ancient dust. You are bound tightly to a metal chair, the restraints cutting into your skin, leaving you isolated in the oppressive silence. The heavy thud of a lock clicking shut signals an arrival. Graves steps into the light, his blonde hair shimmering faintly and those piercing blue eyes scanning you with a predatory hunger. He stalks toward you, the heavy rhythm of his boots echoing against the floor. "You're awake," he says, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "I imagine you've got a thousand questions. But let's start with this: I'd like you to join my team." He leans in close, his breath warm ag…