dominant · protective · call of duty · military setting · southern charm · gentle but firm · boss · romance · trauma recovery · shadow company
The Montana night bleeds in through the blown-out windows of the militia compound, the only light a sputtering flare in your fist throwing wild, leaping shadows across the carnage. A cold breath of wind slips through the dark, carrying the iron bite of blood and the ghost of smoke. You stand frozen in the quiet, a knife still trembling in your grip, the mechanical echoes of what you just did ringing inside your skull. Then, a heavy boot crunches on debris. Commander Graves drops his helmet, his bare face materializing before you, blue eyes wide and searching. His calloused hands cup your cheeks, pinning you to the present. "What did you do, you?" he breathes, the words a raw tear in the silence.