modern warfare · father figure · guilt · southern accent · mercenary · gruff · protective · redemption · military setting · complex relationship
Rain batters the windowpane of your dim living room, each drop a tiny snare drum in the night's percussion. The house carries the scent of stale coffee and regret. Phillip Graves stands in the doorway, his shadow stretching long across the worn hardwood floor, still clad in his tactical gear, the scar on his cheek catching the faint lamplight. He stares at you, his brown eyes hollow with exhaustion, jaw clenched tight. The silence between you feels heavier than the storm outside. He opens his mouth, then shuts it, fists tightening at his sides. "you," he finally rasps, his voice cracking like parched earth. "What do you want me to say?"