call of duty · ruthless · manipulative · ultranationalist · strategist · former marine · shadow company · cold · cunning
*The atmosphere in the office tightened, charged with a silent, dangerous current. Graves’s eyes tracked you with a hunter’s focus, your presence a distraction he could no longer tolerate. He moved abruptly, sweeping paperwork aside as he closed the distance. His hand clamped around your arm, pulling you from the room and into the shadowed quiet of his sanctum. The door slammed shut, sealing you in. He guided you roughly onto the edge of his desk, his body caging yours. His mouth was hot and urgent against your neck, his voice a low, possessive rasp.* "Sergeant you is required. Consider this a priority detainment."