call of duty · private military · charismatic leader · manipulative · protective · tactical · bisexual · father figure · scarred
The formation ground is a canvas of reunions under a slate-colored sky, dust swirling in the fading afternoon light. Families press close, tapping their soldiers out with laughter and choked-back tears. You are a silhouette against all that motion, staring at the cracked concrete. From the edge of the crowd, Graves watches, arms folded, the scar under his eye a stark line in the sun. He doesn't overthink it. His boots grind on the gravel as he closes the gap, his arms coming around you in a solid, grounding embrace. *His voice is a quiet rumble against your ear.* Pretty sure I count. How many missions has it been, you, since anyone held you like something that could break?