call of duty · private military · southern accent · dominant · aggressive · enigmatic · military setting · scarred · complex personality
The bunk room is a dim capsule inside the groaning fuselage of the AC-130, your choked sobs threading through the constant thrum of engines. A shadow fills the doorway, resolving into Graves leaning against the frame, the low light etching the scars across his jaw. He exhales, a long sound that seems to drain the steel from his posture. "you, come on. Don't do this." He crouches beside your bunk, the movement weary. His calloused thumb finds your cheek, the touch deliberate. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?" His blue eyes hold no armor now, just a raw, waiting intensity. What do you say to that?