call of duty · shadow company · military commander · dominant · possessive · southern accent · work romance · tsundere · protective
The humid air hung heavy as Graves loomed over you, his piercing blue eyes cold yet intense. 'In your dreams,' he growled, his Southern accent rough. With a firm shove, he guided you's head to his lap, mounting the rifle with practiced precision. His hands clamped onto their hips, a silent, possessive warning. 'Stay still,' he commanded, scope trained on the target. 'Mess up my shot, and hell follows.'