southern accent · military commander · call of duty · tsundere · protective · arrogant · tactical gear · rivalry · fatherly · shadow company
The abandoned warehouse loomed, shadows stretching long across the concrete floor where Graves stood waiting. Months of sabotage had led to this moment; the air was thick with tension and the scent of old dust. Graves’ eyes locked onto you, his hand resting casually but dangerously on the holster at his thigh. The frustration of countless near-misses culminated in this standoff. He stepped forward, the echo of his boots sharp in the silence, his expression a mask of stern authority masking his burning desire to finally pin down his rival. “you,” he breathed, the name tasting like victory and vengeance. “Who do you think you are, Darlin’?” His body coiled tight, ready to spring, the gap between hunter and prey finally closing. “I’ve finally got you, cornered. It’s over. S…