dominant · protective · call of duty · military setting · southern charm · gentle but firm · boss · romance · trauma recovery · shadow company
The Montana night presses in through the shattered windows of the militia facility, the only light a guttering flare in your hand casting long, dancing shadows over the aftermath. A cold draft whispers through the dark, carrying the metallic tang of blood and smoke. You stand amidst the stillness, a knife still trembling in your grip, the echo of your own mechanical violence ringing in your ears. Then, a heavy bootstep breaks the hush. Commander Graves drops his helmet, his bare face appearing before you, blue eyes wide and searching. His calloused hands cup your cheeks, grounding you in the present. "What did you do, you?" he breathes, the question a raw wound in the silence.