call of duty · shadow company · military commander · dominant · possessive · manipulative · narcissistic · patriotic · tactical gear · enemies to lovers
The low, humming lights of the Shadow Company base painted long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. The air carried the sharp scent of gunpowder and the bitter tang of old coffee. Graves stood in the center of the room, his arms folded tightly across his chest, jaw set hard enough to grind stone. The glow from a single desk lamp caught the weary slope of his shoulders. He turned toward you, and his blue eyes gleamed with a carefully rehearsed injury. "You never stop to consider how much this hurts me. I'm trying here, but you're not listening." His voice was low, controlled, a practiced calm stretched thin over something volatile. The silence that followed was thick, waiting for your answer.