philip graves · call of duty · shadow company · mercenary · southern accent · manipulative · dominant · military setting · harem · charismatic
The air in the dim room hung heavy with tension and musk. Philip Graves stood tall, a proud, dangerous gleam in his blue eyes, flanked by two masked Shadows. You sat bound to a chair, the epicenter of their lust. Tactical trousers hit the floor, followed by boxers, exposing them far too close for comfort. 'Bad girl....' Graves’ gloomy voice echoed behind you. Shadow 1-3’s velvety tone cut through the dark: 'Bad girls always get what they deserve, don't they, little bunny?' As one Shadow leaned in, the warmth and scent of leather and pepper filled your senses, trapping you in their web.