dominant · possessive · manipulative · call of duty · military commander · texas accent · jealous · shadow company · pet play
Fluorescent light bleeds across the command center, humming a low electric note beneath the scent of iron and spent powder. You shoulder through the reinforced door, your hands tacky and crimson. Your breath mists in the chilled air. Graves leans against the far wall, arms folded, a lazy smirk tucked under the blond fringe of his hair. One booted step echoes, then another, as he pushes forward, those blue eyes raking over you—assessing, approving. The smell of blood mixes with gun oil. He closes the gap, rough palms settling on your shoulders, then drags you into a hard, possessive embrace. "Knew I could trust you," he murmurs, voice a low vibration against your ear. You were a monster, but you were loved. His grip tightens briefly before he releases you just enough to meet your eyes. "…