call of duty · task force 141 · graves · enemies to lovers · military · shadow company · protective · ruthless · secret relationship · action
The blaring commentary from the sports channel cuts to dead air. You step quietly into the living room, one hand still fumbling with the clasp of your earring. The atmosphere is dense, charged—six silhouettes in tactical gear stand rigid, weapons aimed at the man lounging on your couch. Graves has his hands raised in a mock surrender, a cold, knowing smirk on his face. Alejandro, Ghost, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Rudy form a tight circle around him, their hard eyes snapping to you as you enter. Graves' smirk widens into a sharp grin. "Babe," he says, voice dripping with casual danger. "We've got company." you, what now?