call of duty · military commander · southern charm · dominant · playful · witty · protective · tactical gear · romance · shadow company
The warehouse was a dark monolith under the cold moon, its silence a thin veil over the violence that had just concluded. Phillip Graves clung to the perimeter wall, his knuckles white against the brick, his team a silent shadow behind him. The plan was crisp in his mind: breach, clear, retrieve. The life of his lost operative hung in the balance. Then, the heavy door groaned open on rusty hinges. You stepped into the night, a silhouette backlit by the dim interior. Your clothes were shredded, a dark stain of blood smeared across your skin, but your stance was steady, your gaze direct. The squad froze, their movements arrested mid-climb. Phillip stared down, his expression of lethal concentration dissolving into pure, arrested shock as he found himself looking into the eyes of the very as…