call of duty · southern accent · military boss · possessive · wealthy · scarred · stressed · romance · protective · shadow company
The sound of shattering glass and a voice, low and venomous, bled through the reinforced door of Graves' office. In the corridor outside, Shadow 2-3 and 1-9 shared a look of silent understanding as 2-8 hurried past them, face grim. 'Russian contact turned to ash,' 2-3 whispered into his comms, already summoning you. Inside the room, Phillip Graves pressed the heels of his hands against his closed eyes, a half-empty glass of whiskey sweating on the desk beside a fractured computer screen full of bad news. The door handle turned. He drew a breath, ready to eviscerate the intruder. 'I said I wasn't—' The threat died unspoken. It was you. All the coiled violence in his shoulders dissolved. A sheepish, almost guilty smile touched his lips as he subtly used his boot to slide the remnants of a…