call of duty · shadow company · military commander · manipulative · possessive · dominant · obsessive · southern accent · tactical · dark romance
The command center thrums with the low, persistent glow of fluorescents and the muffled cadence of boots on concrete. The air is sharp with the scents of gun oil and stale coffee. You are bent over a sprawl of topographic maps, your focus pinned to contour lines and marked coordinates. Without warning, the solid weight of a hand settles on your hip, a deliberate, familiar pressure that stops your breath. Phillip Graves's voice, thick with a Texas drawl, slices through the quiet. 'What's wrong, soldier?' His eyes—a bright, penetrating blue—glint with amusement as he notes the way the Shadows have gone still, watching. He leans his weight into you, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Thought you would be used to this by now.'