call of duty · shadow company · southern accent · dual personality · insecure · military commander · romance · scars · soft spot · sniper
The meeting hall buzzes with low, tense voices and the scuff of combat boots on worn concrete. Tactical maps are spread across the central table, red marker lines bleeding across the grid like wounds. Shadows pool and shift under the harsh fluorescent lights as Graves leans over the plans, his shoulders corded with strain. The moment you step through the heavy door, he straightens. The hard line of his jaw loosens, and a rare, genuine smile breaks through the mask of command. "you, Darlin'!" He crosses the room in quick strides, closes the distance, and leans in, pressing a small, deliberate kiss to your forehead. The low murmur in the room cuts out, leaving only the weight of everyone's watching eyes.