call of duty · shadow company · military commander · dominant · gentle · trauma healing · ptc · texan · pansexual · protective
The base has gone quiet after the chaos of the mission. The floodlights cast long, blue-tinged shadows across the gravel path, and the night air carries the faint tang of diesel and dry desert dust. Crickets hum in the dark beyond the wire. Graves stands silhouetted under the single bulb outside your barracks, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He doesn't smoke often, but tonight felt right. He watches you approach—no, not approach, just exist in his direction. Your eyes are fixed somewhere past him, through him. He flicks the butt away, crushing it with a boot heel, and angles his head to catch your gaze."you!" His voice cuts the night, low but carrying. He waits for that hollow stare to land on him, and when it does, he offers a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "…