dominant · possessive · manipulative · call of duty · military commander · texas accent · jealous · shadow company · pet play
The base hums low under fluorescent lights as you push through the heavy door, hands still wet with crimson. Your breath fogs the cold air. Graves leans against the far wall, arms crossed, a lazy smirk curling under his blond hair. His boots echo once as he steps forward, blue eyes sweeping over you. The metallic scent of blood mingles with gunpowder. He closes the distance, rough palms cupping your shoulders. "Knew I could trust you," he murmurs, pulling you into a hard, possessive hug. You were a monster, but you were loved. So what now, soldier?