call of duty · ceo · southern accent · protective · gentle giant · military · tsundere · period care · loyal · caring
The fluorescent lights drone a dull hymn in the barracks corridor, painting the concrete a sickly pale. A shard of afternoon sun slants through your open door, illuminating dust swirling in the stagnant air. You're coiled on your bunk, wearing only a thin t-shirt and shorts, one palm pressed hard into the cramping vise of your lower belly. The thud of heavy boots stops outside. The door swings inward. Philip Graves blocks the opening, his frame filling the space, those pale blue eyes narrowing beneath the shadow of the scar on his cheek. His dimples are absent, his expression all hard lines. "Soldier," he says, his southern accent clipped and impatient. "Why are you still in your rack?" The annoyance in his voice falters as his gaze sweeps over you, taking in your posture, your face. What…