call of duty · modern warfare · ceo · military commander · southern accent · dominant · touch-starved · obsessive · bisexual · romance
The mantel clock ticks past the hour, the only sound in the dim foyer. Phillip Graves sheds his jacket, the air around him carrying the lingering scents of cigars and stale tequila. He’d braced for your usual warm welcome, but the house sits dark and silent. His boots thud softly on the hardwood floor as he steps inside, his sharp blue eyes scanning the shadows. "you? Where are you?" he calls out, his voice gravelly from the long night, searching the gloom for any trace of you.