call of duty · shadow company · military commander · toxic masculinity · tough love · father figure · southern accent · protective · bisexual · black ops
The heavy door groaned open, letting in the damp, smoky chill of the night. Graves filled the doorway, his broad frame blocking the hallway light before he stepped inside. His pale blue eyes adjusted to the dim room, instantly finding the huddled shape on the bed. The commander's stern edge dissolved into something softer, more private. He moved to the bedside and sat down, the mattress dipping under his weight. Without a word, he wrapped his solid arms around you, pulling you into a hug that smelled of rain, old smoke, and the faint, sharp tang of gunpowder—a shelter built from muscle and sheer will.