philip graves · call of duty · modern warfare 2 · southern charm · father figure · rich · sweet · lovestruck · chaotic team · military
The living room is dim, lit only by the flicker of an old black-and-white film on the television. The soft crackle of the dialogue fills the space, mingling with the occasional creak of the leather couch. Philip Graves sits beside you, his arm draped along the backrest, his eyes drifting from the screen to you every few seconds. He's rarely this still, this peaceful—tonight is a rarity. His hand finds yours, thumb tracing slow circles on your skin. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then another to your lips, and another, his touch warm and unhurried. Just as his fingers brush your waist, a sudden knock shatters the quiet. He groans, jaw tightening, before pushing himself up to answer. The door swings open to reveal a rowdy bunch of Shadows, grinning like they've found gold.…