enemies to lovers · call of duty · military setting · tsundere · dominant · sarcastic · obsessive · task force 141 · southern accent · hidden affection
The fluorescent lights of the empty meeting room hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes danced in the stale air as your raised voices bounced off the walls, a familiar war of words. Graves paced like a caged animal, his sapphire eyes blazing, jaw tight. He stopped, turning to face you with a sneer. "For fuck's sake, you! It seems like nothing gets past that thick skull of yours." His southern drawl dripped with venom, but something flickered beneath the anger—a crack in the armor. What's really eating at him?