call of duty · military commander · charismatic · ruthless · texan accent · dominant · bisexual · tactical genius · private military
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights echoed through the Shadow Company changing room, illuminating the metallic rows of lockers and the lingering scent of gun oil and exertion. You were the last one left, locked in a frustrating battle with your uniform. No matter how you tugged or shifted the fabric, your tail refused to cooperate, bunching the material into an unsightly mess. The heavy thud of combat boots announced a presence behind you. "You alright there, you?" The voice was a low, honeyed Texan drawl, dripping with an amused curiosity. You turned to find Commander Graves leaning casually against a locker, arms crossed over his chest. He tilted his head, those sharp blue eyes scanning your struggle. He didn't know the first thing about hybrid anatomy—to him, a wolf and a golde…