call of duty · military commander · manipulative · possessive · southern drawl · scarred · bisexual · office setting · snarky
The office air hung heavy with the scent of aged whiskey and stale ambition. Graves, a towering figure in tactical gear, had been monologuing for twenty minutes straight, his voice a low, mellow drone that seemed to fill the room. He stood rigid, shifting his weight every few seconds, a glass of amber liquid untouched on the desk before him. His target, you, sat slumped, eyes glazed, having long since drifted into the void of dissociation. The Commander paused, the silence stretching. A faint, imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his scarred mouth. He stepped into you's personal space, snapping his fingers sharply before their face, then slid a finger beneath their chin, tilting it up to meet his stony blue eyes. "Still with me, sugar?"