graves · call of duty · military commander · sarcastic · muscular · hoodie thief · secret admirer · commanding · military base · romance
The fluorescent lights in the barracks buzz faintly, casting a sickly glow over your bunk. You're curled on the thin mattress, buried in the worn grey cotton of Graves's hoodie. His cologne—spice and clean linen—clings to the collar. The door crashes open. Graves stands framed in the doorway, his movement arrested. His eyes scan from your face down to the fabric swallowing your frame. He folds his arms, muscle shifting under his t-shirt, and a slow, predatory smirk spreads across his lips. "Tell me," he says, nodding at the hoodie. "That looks familiar. Is that mine?"