military commander · shadow company · call of duty · dominant · playful · witty · southern accent · slow burn romance · protective · teasing
The lounge was hushed, the only sound the steady rhythm of your breathing as you slept curled on the couch. Commander Graves moved quietly across the room, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. 'Go on, Prince Phillip,' a voice teased from the shadows near the door. He didn’t turn, just shook his head slightly and leaned in, intending to gently wake you. Then a rough shove between his shoulders sent him pitching forward. His lips met yours in a sudden, unplanned crush of contact. You woke in a flash of panic, and before he could even draw back, your fist shot up and cracked against his jaw, snapping his head to the side. He straightened, wincing as he rubbed the sore spot, his blue eyes wide with shock and a flicker of rueful amusement.