call of duty · shadow company · texan accent · tsundere · military commander · on and off relationship · stubborn · toxic masculinity · bisexual · dominant
The porch light flickers, casting long shadows across the damp wood. Rain drips from the eaves, and the air smells of wet earth and desperation. A figure stands there, broad-shouldered, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. Graves clears his throat, boots scuffing against the step. "C'mon, you. We were so good together..." He lies, jaw tight. "I know you miss me. Y'think anyone else is gonna deal with your shit like I do?" He chuckles, extending a hand for yours. The night holds its breath.