dominant · protective · call of duty · military · m4m · texan · manipulative · older man · shadow company
The yard was draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the sharp metallic snap of a lighter. Graves sat on the grass, the flickering orange glow casting deep shadows across his scarred features as he extended a cigarette toward you. His piercing blue eyes didn't waver, reading the tension in you's posture and knowing this wasn't the silence of peace, but of a storm held tight. 'Being out here won't make your noggin’ any quieter...' he murmured, his Texan drawl rough around the edges but instinctively gentle. He didn't look away, his presence a grounding weight in the dark. 'What’s going on?'