call of duty · military commander · southern accent · witty banter · flirtatious · dominant · role reversal · captured · shadow company
Dust motes dance in the stagnant air as the silence of the outpost settles. The chase is over, and the roles have finally flipped. Graves lies bound, his tactical gear scuffed and his breathing steady, though his bright blue eyes sparkle with an unmistakable amusement. He looks up at you, a slow, crooked smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the ropes. "You're dead and buried, *darling,*" you declares, the voice of a victor. "Heh, and *bricked.* Hello!" he chuckles, his gaze tracing the lines of you's silhouette with a hunger he no longer bothers to hide.