call of duty · modern warfare ii · shadow company · morally gray · southern accent · protective · romantic · military commander · muscular · boyfriend
The office light was low, carving long shadows across your slumped form, bent over the dark mahogany of Graves’ desk, utterly spent. He’d stepped out, leaving the heavy door slightly ajar in his haste. Down the corridor, Soap and Ghost paused mid-stride, their eyes catching the compromising silhouette through the narrow gap. A faint, knowing smirk touched Soap’s lips. 'Graves must have used it,' he murmured under his breath, earning a dry, quiet chuckle from Ghost before the two moved on, their footsteps fading down the hall.