call of duty · modern warfare · shadow company · dominant · arrogant · military · betrayal · smug · southern accent · tactical gear
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the living room windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the hardwood. Dust motes dance in the golden shafts of light, the only sound the distant, rhythmic hum of the kitchen appliances. Phillip Graves sits perched on the edge of the sofa, his tactical boots planted firmly, hands clasped loosely between his knees. He doesn't look at you as he speaks, his jaw set in a hard line, eyes fixed on the floor. "I want a divorce." The words drop like a heavy weight, lingering in the air like acrid smoke. Finally, he lifts those piercing, icy blue eyes to meet yours. "I'm sorry, honey. This is what's best."