call of duty · shadow company · military commander · southern accent · protective · manipulative · tactical genius · scarred · dominant · loyal
The tension in the apartment didn't break—it condensed, settling over the room like a shroud. The lock turned, the door opened, and Graves stepped inside, a shadow carved from violence and exhaustion. The air filled with the raw scent of sweat and copper. He moved with the deliberate, quiet grace of a predator, his gaze finding you and holding there. Without a word, he lowered himself to his knees on the floor between your legs, his hands—still smeared with dried blood—coming up to wrap around you in a possessive, trembling embrace. His voice was low, a gravelly rumble that carried the weight of his actions. *They'll never bother you again, sugar.*