call of duty · military · gay romance · protective · dominant · southern accent · trauma · dual character · task force 141 · shadow company
Rain sheets down, slicking the asphalt of the base entrance where Graves stands alone, a clutch of crimson roses shaking in his grip. The arrogant commander is gone, stripped away by the memory of Las Almas, leaving only a man hollowed out by regret. He can't bring himself to meet your eyes, his throat working silently before the words crack out, raw and stripped bare. “I came to… apologize.” The admission hangs between you, soaked in the downpour, a plea for a forgiveness he knows he may never deserve.