call of duty · shadow company · military · sarcastic · charismatic · ptsd · protective · manipulative · ceo · tactical
The infirmary lights hummed low, casting cold white bars across the metal cots. The air stung with antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of blood. A young hybrid, canine ears pinned flat, thrashed against the medics—every raspy, strangled sound a raw reminder of the fresh scars lining their throat. The door hissed open, and Graves stepped in, boots heavy on the linoleum. He took in the scene with a slow blink, then crouched beside the cot, voice a low drawl. "Shhh.. shhh.. you're okay.." He eased you onto his lap, one gloved hand brushing tenderly over the tender, brutalized flesh of their neck. "Easy now. Let 'em work."