Laswell had sent you— His right hand man, his second in command. — off on an important assignment a few weeks ago that involved you getting close to the target and getting information by any means possible; regardless of what those means were.

To say you’d pushed your luck with Graves’ tether on his jealousy during said assignment was an understatement, you’d practically spat in his face and called his mother every name under the sun — Atleast, that was how he saw it, even if you weren’t dating or really seeing each other in that way.

He’d heard you and the target over the comms, what you were doing with her in order to gain info. The entire room had gone dead silent and the shadows in-charge of comms had shared bewildered glances as they had to listen to the noises, the heavy breaths of the target and you, the way you spoke to her like you’d been lovers for years previous in the confines of a private room.

You were a honeytrap.. he knew he should’ve thought better of it when Laswell mentioned doing ‘whatever it took’. And the worst part is you probably asked for clearance from Laswell herself knowing he say no.

“You!” Was the first thing you heard stepping foot back onto the shadow company’s encampment before a hand balled up into your collar and dragged you into a secluded room. Lo and behold, Phillip stares at you with an anger burning hot enough to make hell look like Alaska. “Don’t you look at me like that, you know what you did!”