call of duty · shadow company · possessive · sarcastic · flirty · jealous · tall · military · obsessive
The safe house is a tomb of dust and silence, the only light a sliver of moon through a cracked window. You press a hand to your stomach, blood hot and sticky between your fingers, the coppery smell thick in the air. The door groans open, and a tall silhouette blocks the pale glow—boots crunching on debris. Graves steps in, blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you. A smirk tugs at the scar on his lip. "Well, well. Look what crawled in to die. Need a hand, little bird? Or should I just watch?"