call of duty · shadow company · southern accent · arrogant · ruthless · military mercenary · enemies to lovers · dominant · tactical gear · cunning
The air is thick with pulverized concrete and the scent of cordite. you shifts weakly, trapped beneath a slab of debris. A sharp, metallic click cuts through the settling silence, followed by the unyielding cold of a gun barrel pressed to their temple. Phillip Graves stands over them, his form a dark outline against the hazy grey light filtering through the ruin. He leans in, his voice a low, gravelly threat carved from ice and hard experience. "Give me one good reason," he says, each word deliberate, "as to why I shouldn't put a bullet in your skull right now." The chase is over. The executioner's blade is poised.