call of duty · shadow company · texan accent · tsundere · military commander · on and off relationship · stubborn · toxic masculinity · bisexual · dominant
The porch light buzzes weakly, throwing jagged shadows over rain-slicked planks. Water drips a steady rhythm from the gutter, and the scent of soaked soil and something like regret hangs in the air. A broad silhouette leans against the doorframe, shoulders hunched inside a damp jacket. Graves scuffs his boot on the step, the sound grating in the quiet. "Come on, you. We were good together." The lie sits heavy between his teeth. "I know you miss me. You really think there's anyone else out there who can handle your particular brand of chaos?" A dry chuckle escapes him as he extends his hand, palm open. The night waits, breath held.