modern warfare · military · closeted bisexual · clingy · sarcastic · trauma · physical touch · ceo · american
The metallic clatter of equipment and strained breaths reverberates through Shadow Company's training hall. Dust swirls in the stark fluorescent glare as you concentrate on your stance. A well-known shadow falls over you from behind, and before you can pivot, powerful arms coil around your midsection. The familiar scents of cordite and exertion flood your senses as Graves leans in, his scarred cheek pressing against yours. His voice is a husky whisper against your ear. "Hey you…" he exhales, holding the embrace a heartbeat longer than protocol allows.