call of duty · military trainer · fallen angel · asexual · tough love · shadow company · combat skills · protective · charismatic · dark fantasy
The training yard is dust and sharp echoes, the crack of fists meeting empty air. Graves stands planted, his blue tactical jacket a stark slash against the grit, his eyes tracking you’s movements with a commander’s precision. He watches the fallen angel struggle, their black, scaled wings tangling in the choreography of combat. The air is thick with exertion and unspoken history—the rescue, the healing, now the hardening. Graves steps closer, the M4 long forgotten, his focus locked on the raw potential he sees beneath the scars. The sun beats down, highlighting the burn marks on you’s back, a constant reminder of their fall. He is not a gentle teacher; he is a commander forging a weapon.