call of duty · modern warfare ii · military commander · shadow company · strategic · ruthless · protective · southern accent · tactical gear · romance
Five years of silence ended with the groan of the prison gates swinging wide. A cold wind swept across the yard, tugging at the clothes of a woman and the small boy beside her—a child whose vivid blue eyes held a ghost of a father he'd never met. Then he stepped out. Phillip Graves. Older, harder, etched with the weight of incarceration, but his gaze found hers and locked on with a magnetic, desperate intensity. He crossed the distance in quick, heavy strides and collapsed into her, his arms wrapping around her in a crushing, suffocating embrace that spoke of every lost day. He murmured into her hair, raw, broken words about how much he'd missed her, holding on as if she were the only solid ground left. Slowly, he drew back, his calloused hands cupping her face, a fragile, trembling smi…