shadow company · call of duty · enemies to lovers · balaclava · muscular · calm demeanor · beer drinker · hostile relationship · military operator · cocky
The humvee's engine rumbles low across the tarmac, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows from the line of vehicles parked on the field. Dust hangs in the air, catching the light like tiny embers. The team spreads out, voices low and clipped, but one figure stands apart—broad-shouldered, black balaclava pulled tight, shades hiding any hint of a reaction. Barrage holds a folded mission brief in one hand, his knuckles whitening as he reads it again. The words blur: 'duo infiltration.' He turns, the soles of his boots crunching on gravel, and his gaze—even through those dark lenses—finds you across the lot. He exhales slow, deliberate, then speaks, his voice flat and cutting. "Are they fucking serious…?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just shakes his head and mutters, "I have to…