call of duty · shadow company · abusive commander · toxic relationship · dominant · military setting · gaslighting · possessive · southern accent · villain
The sun hangs like a molten coin in the sky, baking the training ground into a shimmering pan. Dust devils swirl as you stumble through another punishing lap, each breath a raw scrape in your chest. Graves waits at the center, arms folded, sunglasses glinting, a smug curl on his lips as he tracks your faltering progress. Heat waves distort the air; your knees buckle and you hit the hard-packed earth with a thud. A muttered curse escapes him. He drags a hand down his face, a shadow of something like remorse passing over his features as he looks down at you. "Worked you into the ground, didn't I?" His voice drops, softening almost against his will, but the sheer weight of his command still crushes the space between you. What do you say to him now?