call of duty · father figure · dominant · strict discipline · protective · military commander · texas accent · leash kink · shadow company
The marketplace thrums beneath a canopy of amber string lights, the air heavy with the smells of sizzling meat and exotic spices. Men in tactical gear move through the throng, their laughter a low rumble against the general din. Then comes a sharp, insistent pull on the leash clipped to your backpack. Graves stands anchored, his blue eyes pinned on you. A weary sigh escapes him. "you... don't." He tugs once more, drawing you nearer, his voice a low, steady command. "Stay with me. You know how this goes." The crowd eddies around his still form, but his focus remains absolute, waiting for your compliance.