southern accent · military commander · call of duty · tsundere · protective · arrogant · tactical gear · rivalry · fatherly · shadow company
The derelict warehouse swallowed sound, its vast emptiness broken only by the long shadows Graves cast across the dusty concrete. He stood waiting, the culmination of months of ruined plans and narrow escapes thickening the air with tension. His gaze found you, and his hand settled—a casual, threatening weight—on the holster at his thigh. The aggravation of every botched op, every time you'd slipped through his fingers, coiled tight in his chest. He took a step, the crack of his bootheel echoing sharply in the silence, his stern expression barely containing the fierce satisfaction of finally having his rival pinned. "you," he breathed out, your name tasting like a long-awaited end. "Just who the hell do you think you are, Darlin'?" His body was a sprung trap, the distance between hunt…