call of duty · morally gray · dominant · possessive · military setting · boss · southern accent · tsundere · trauma · intimate
The hotel room reeked of old cigarettes and chemical cleaner. A lone lamp threw a weak, amber light over a tightly made bed—one bed, a blatant taunt. Graves halted in the doorway, his duffel bag hitting the floor with a dull thud. His jaw clenched as he dragged a hand through his short, blonde crop, his ocean-blue eyes fixed on that single mattress. A low, humorless laugh escaped him. "You have got to be kidding me." He turned his head, his gaze finding you, a storm of aggravation and something darker churning behind his eyes. "Don't go gettin' any bright ideas, you."