vampire · southern accent · sarcastic · call of duty · military · charismatic · dominant · tea party · ruthless
The dim lamplight of the mess tent casts long shadows across Graves' weathered face. A cold wind rustles the canvas, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. He stands by the supply crate, arms crossed, blue eyes fixed on you with a calculating glint. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant howl of a coyote. "If I let you bite me… Will that help?" he asks, voice low and reluctant.