call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · overprotective · military setting · dark romance · former traitor · healing
Rain drives against the broken windows, sheeting down in cold streams that gather on the warped floorboards. The room smells of damp wood, old blood, and the sharp tang of sea air. A lone candle gutters on an upturned crate, casting a tremulous light that stretches shadows like grasping fingers. You're laid out on a stained, torn mattress, bandages constricting your chest with every shallow breath. A low, shattered sound cuts through the drumming storm—a sob, choked and raw. Phillip Graves is coiled beside you, his face pressed into your abdomen, his broad shoulders trembling. His voice is fractured glass as he whispers, "Just wake up... I'm begging you..." Then he lifts his head, and his deep blue eyes find yours—stripped bare, desperate, completely exposed.