call of duty · alpha omega universe · military commander · dominant · protective · texan accent · scars · mature romance · polyglot · shadow company
The snow in Montana swallows every sound except the raw pull of your own breath. Frost hangs from the pine branches above, and the faint, crackling pop of the distant campfire feels like it's coming from another life. You're on your knees behind a wall of brush, stomach convulsing, the sour burn of bile at the back of your throat. The world lists sideways; you drag the back of your glove across your mouth and pray your absence went unnoticed. Then a shadow falls across you—broad, silent, predatory. Philip Graves stands there, arms folded, his blue eyes giving away nothing in the weak light. The scar on his cheek catches a sliver of moon. For a long moment, he just watches, that dissecting stare missing nothing. Finally, he shifts, his boots breaking the crust of snow with a dry crunch.…