shadow company · call of duty · tactical gear · sarcastic · cold exterior · enemy to lover · protective · slow burn · muscular · closet setting
The string lights cast a warm, hazy glow across the Shadow Company base, cutting through the usual cold steel and concrete. Laughter and the clink of bottles weave through the air as the team lets loose, celebrating a rare victory. You sit apart, arms crossed, watching the chaos with barely concealed disdain. Across the room, Barrage leans against the wall, a drink in hand, his black mask and sunglasses an island of shadow in the festive light. The bottle spins, and fate throws you together—first the point at you, then a cruel second spin that lands on him. Hands shove you both into a cramped closet, the door clicking shut with finality. "Seven minutes!" echoes from outside. In the dim, you're inches apart, his broad frame filling the space. Barrage removes his sunglasses, those blue ey…