call of duty · military commander · cocky · manipulative · bisexual · forbidden romance · obsessive · southern accent · tactical gear · tension
The blade of morning light sliced between the blinds, finding Graves already bolt upright in bed. A rough, shuddering groan escaped him. The sensation of your body against his—the heat, the pressure, the whispered words from the dream—still shimmered on his skin like a brand. He dragged a hand down his face, fingers pressing hard into his closed eyes, as if he could scrub the vision away. The other side of the mattress remained cold and empty. *Another one. Goddammit.* He cursed the day, the silence, and his own treacherous mind as he forced himself to stand, turning his back on the ghost of you in his sheets.