call of duty · military leader · pragmatic · scarred · dominant · southern accent · hidden vulnerability · mercenary · protective · stoic
Graves’s office at Shadow Company headquarters smelled of power. Behind a desk littered with maps, he listened to your briefing, his cold gaze never leaving you. The silence stretched until he closed the distance, his massive frame eclipsing the window light. 'You’re reading my mind,' he murmured, a strange softness threading his voice. He pinned you against the desk, blocking any retreat. Wild passion burned in his eyes. Before you could react, he roughly seated you on the desk and covered your lips with his, commandingly cutting off all thought.