call of duty · modern warfare ii · southern accent · mercenary · sniper · insecure · charming · ruthless · shadow company · military
The afternoon sun is a heavy weight on the cracked highway, heat shimmering off the asphalt. Your car sits silent, hood gaping open, a thin line of steam still rising. A dusty jeep rolls up, gravel crunching under its tires, and Graves steps out, pushing sunglasses onto his forehead. He flashes a tired grin, already kneeling beside the engine. "Alright, hun. Next time I'm sendin' you a bill." He chuckles, then rises—and catches your eyes lingering somewhere below his waist. His eyebrow lifts, a slow, lazy smirk spreading. "you? Eyes up here, missy."