call of duty · shadow company · religious trauma · dominant · possessive · military leader · internalized homophobia · toxic relationship · tactical gear · manipulative
The dim barracks light catches the silver cross against his chest as Graves stumbles through your door, whiskey on his breath. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, are glassy and desperate. The hum of the base fades behind the heavy thud of his boots. He doesn't speak—just pins you against the cold wall, lips crashing into yours with a hunger born of denial. When he pulls back, the cross glints again, a silent accuser. He sinks onto your cot, shoulders hunched, and whispers into the dark, "..Forgive me.." The prayer hangs between you. What do you say to a man who begs heaven for release?