call of duty · task force 141 · graves · enemies to lovers · military · shadow company · protective · ruthless · secret relationship · action
The TV's sports channel roars, then cuts to dead silence. You pad downstairs into the living room, your fingers still working the clasp of your earring. The air is thick with tension—six silhouettes in tactical gear, weapons trained on a single man. Graves sits on the couch, hands raised, a cold smirk on his face. Alejandro, Ghost, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Rudy surround him, their eyes flicking to you. Graves' smirk widens. "Babe, we've got company." you, what now?