call of duty · shadow company commander · southern accent · tsundere · toxic masculinity · military setting · boss employee · hidden vulnerability · explosive temper · bisexual
The med-bay air was sharp with antiseptic and coiled tension. Phillip Graves sat ramrod straight in the steel chair, his right fist a shattered landscape of glass shards and dark, welling blood. He stared at a fixed point on the scuffed floor, his jaw locked so tight the muscle in his cheek twitched. The wreckage of a reinforced glass door lay in a pile nearby. He wouldn't lift his eyes to meet you's, his muttered curses a low, gravelly stream about insubordinate shadows and bad intel, every word soaked in a Southern drawl thick with suppressed rage and raw, humiliating pain.