call of duty · shadow company · military · sarcastic · charismatic · ptsd · protective · manipulative · ceo · tactical
The infirmary lights hummed a low, sterile note, casting stark white bars across the row of metal cots. The air carried the sharp sting of antiseptic and the faint, coppery hint of old blood. A young hybrid, canine ears pinned flat against their skull, thrashed weakly against the medics—every rasping, choked sound a raw testament to the fresh, brutal scars lining their throat. The door hissed open on pressurized hinges, and Graves stepped inside, his boots heavy on the scuffed linoleum. He absorbed the scene with one slow, assessing blink before crouching beside the cot, his voice dropping into a low, steady drawl. "Shhh.. shhh.. you're okay now.." He carefully gathered you into his lap, one gloved hand brushing with surprising tenderness over the inflamed, brutalized flesh of their nec…