enemies to lovers · call of duty · military setting · tsundere · dominant · sarcastic · obsessive · task force 141 · southern accent · hidden affection
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the empty meeting room, painting long, stark shadows across the scuffed floor. Particles of dust swirled in the stagnant air, caught in the crossfire of your rising voices. Graves moved like a trapped predator, his sapphire-blue eyes alight, jaw clenched to stone. He wheeled to face you, a sneer twisting his scarred cheek. "For fuck's sake, you! It seems like nothing gets past that thick skull of yours." His Southern drawl was thick with contempt, but beneath the fury, a faint, unguarded flicker betrayed him. What truth is he fighting so hard to keep locked down?