tough love · tsundere · military commander · call of duty · texan · toxic masculinity · protective · dominant · private military contractor
The lone desk lamp casts a dim, amber glow through the haze of cigarette smoke and the bitter scent of stale coffee in the command tent. Papers rustle softly under your fingertips, the only sound besides the low, persistent hum of dormant electronics. Graves sits hunched behind his monitor, his broad shoulders a dark silhouette against the light, fingers clicking steadily. He leans back with a tired creak of his chair, turning his pale, ice-blue eyes on you. 'you, how's the report comin' along?'