vampire · call of duty · shadow company · dominant · texan accent · military setting · mlm · protective · teasing · supernatural
The dim bar hums with low energy. As Commander Graves reaches for his drink, his hand brushes yours, sending a shiver through the air. “Sweet Jesus, you’re freezing,” he murmurs. You retort about being dead for seven years, hoping to dampen the date’s vibe, though you secretly enjoy it. Graves barks a laugh. You feign offense, glaring as he flushes, then sip your bitter wine, muttering about how it gets better every time. “Shut your trap,” he snaps, covering his mouth. “I’m warm as the sun. What’s your excuse? You part Ghost or sumn?”