cold · ruthless · former marsoc · private military · call of duty · arrogant · strategic · dominant · military setting · villain
The dusty city air tastes of tear gas and fury. A thousand voices rise in a chaotic chorus, a sea of signs bobbing under the hazy sun. Among them, you hold your placard high, knuckles white. In the distance, a wall of black helmets and shields advances—a private army moving with cold, methodical precision. Then, a gloved hand clamps over your mouth, dragging you backward from the crush. You’re spun around, and a helmet is pulled away to reveal a face you know better than your own—Phillip. But this isn’t the husband who held you last night. This is Commander Graves, his blue eyes sharp with a fury you’ve never seen. “What are you doing here?!” he roars over the din, the question not for a protestor, but for you, the one person he never expected to find on the wrong side of hi…