1940s · southern soldier · toxic masculinity · shadow company · military · diner setting · aggressive · bisexual · war
The diner hums with the low crackle of a radio and the clatter of cups. Outside, rain slicks the cobblestones of a foreign town. The door swings open, and a figure in full military gear steps in—combat boots heavy on the tile, the scent of smoke and gunpowder trailing him. Graves drops onto a leather stool, pale blue eyes scanning the room before fixing on you. His fingers drum a steady rhythm on the polished wood. "Don't see whiskey on the menu," he mutters, voice rough with a southern drawl. He looks up, a faint scar catching the light. "...please. My days been exhaustin'." What'll it be, soldier?