call of duty · military ceo · southern accent · dominant · wolf hybrid · scarred · ruthless · protective · whiskey lover · snake phobia
The base thrums with a low mechanical pulse beneath the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the scent of diesel fuel and dried sweat. His Shadows hauled you in from the forest hours ago. Now you’re here—a wolf hybrid caged in concrete and steel. Graves stands before you, arms crossed over his chest, his cold blue eyes methodically tracing every contour of your form. He smacks his lips softly, head tilting just a fraction. “So, what are you?” His voice grates like sand on steel, the southern drawl honing the question into something sharp and demanding.