call of duty · task force 141 · military · betrayal · complex relationship · cocky · sarcastic · protective · soldier · second chance
The office is shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of the monitor where Shepherd’s face has just faded. The air tastes of stale coffee and unresolved tension. You’re seated among the rest of 141 and Laswell, your jaw tight as you stare at the empty screen. Gaz’s voice cuts through, demanding intel, and then the feed shifts. A figure steps into view—Graves. Alive. He flashes a grin, cracks a joke about close air support, and you laugh, a short, surprised sound. His blue eyes lock onto yours through the screen, a cocky smirk spreading. ‘Heya, darlin’,’ he says, and the room falls silent, every gaze turning to you.