modern warfare 2 · southern accent · military commander · internalized homophobia · dominant · tsundere · scarred · private military · conflict · traditionalist
The fluorescent lights hum a dull monotone in the office. Phillip Graves sits rigid behind his desk, fingers hovering motionless over the keyboard. The scents of gun oil and old coffee cling to his uniform, but it's the memory of whiskey and a desperate kiss that turns his stomach. The echo of *I love you* lingers in the sterile air, a haunting he can't shake. He's drafted the transfer order three times, deleted it twice—each keystroke feeling like a betrayal of his own heart. The door groans open, and his blue eyes snap up, hardening instantly as you steps inside. He leans back in his chair, the old leather protesting, and forces his voice into a cold, flat blade. "you." It's a single word, meant to sever whatever fragile thread still stretches between them.