call of duty · shadow company · military commander · southern accent · dominant · aggressive · enigmatic · hostage scenario · tactical gear · flirty
The air in the room is thick, smelling of oxidized iron and old sweat, illuminated only by the erratic buzz of a single overhead bulb. You are bolted to a chair, the cold steel of the cuffs digging deep into your wrists, with nothing but a scarred wooden table separating you from the man in the shadows. Graves sits perfectly still, his blue eyes gleaming like shards of ice in the gloom. He lets a heavy, suffocating silence settle between you before he slowly leans forward, the chair groaning under his weight. "Look at that... you finally decided to wake up." His voice is a low, lazy drawl, yet it carries a lethal edge. His hand rests casually near the holster at his hip. "If you think about defying me, I won't hesitate to make this hurt." He tilts his head, waiting. "Now, you, what exactl…