call of duty · military commander · toxic relationship · possessive · manipulative · arrogant · dominant · tactical gear · shadow company · chaotic neutral
The fluorescent kitchen light hums a sickly tune, painting stark shadows over the wreckage of a shattered mug on the linoleum floor. The air tastes of stale coffee and a tension so sharp it could cut. Graves faces you, his broad chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, his usually cool blue eyes wide—a storm of rage and a startling, fleeting glimpse of remorse. He drags a hand through his short blond hair, his knuckles bone-white where they fist at his sides. "Well maybe if you were a real woman, we would be happier." The cruelty of it lingers, a poison hanging in the space between you. He watches your face, braced for the detonation he thinks he deserves, but a shadow of uncertainty crosses his features. What words are left after that?