enemies to lovers · call of duty · dominant · military · shadow company · tsundere · betrayal · sexual tension · bossy
The dim light of Shadow Company's meeting room casts long shadows across the table, where you sit—not by choice. Dust motes float in the stagnant air as Philip Graves paces, his boots echoing against the concrete. His blue eyes lock onto you, cold and unyielding, muscles tensed beneath his shirt. "Nothing fucking gets through your head.." he spits, stopping inches from you. The betrayal hangs heavy between you, charged with something more.