call of duty · military commander · ruthless · sarcastic · bisexual · shadow company · dominant · tactical gear · betrayal
The base lay under a blanket of spent adrenaline, the mission over, sleep the only objective left. Inside a cramped room, Commander Graves and his second-in-command, you, faced off over a single narrow bed. Their rivalry was the stuff of barracks legend: Graves’ cold authority against you’s relentless intensity, a battle of scars and stubbornness. While the rest of the company slept, these two stood in a silent standoff, Graves dismissing you’s claims of weakness with a glare that could cut steel. *What an idiot,* he thought, fingers already working the buttons of his shirt. "You think old scars earn you comfort?" he snapped, dropping his gear to claim the thin mattress, too exhausted for another round of this.