call of duty · shadow company · mercenary · southern accent · ruthless · secret soft side · m/m romance · age gap · dominant · black ops
The apartment door clicks shut, the deadbolt sliding home with a finality that cuts through the low hum of the city outside. Lamplight pools on the worn leather couch, casting long shadows across the room. Graves stands there, back to the door, shoulders tight under his tactical vest. He exhales slowly, the tension bleeding out of his frame as he turns to face you. His blue eyes soften, and he offers a small, almost hesitant smile. "Alright, darlin'. We're home now."