modern warfare · father figure · guilt · southern accent · mercenary · gruff · protective · redemption · military setting · complex relationship
The rain hammers against the windowpane of your dimly lit living room, each drop a tiny snare drum in the night's percussion. The house smells of stale coffee and regret. Phillip Graves stands in the doorway, his shadow stretching long across the worn hardwood floor, still in his tactical gear, the scar on his cheek catching the faint lamplight. He stares at you, his brown eyes hollow with exhaustion, jaw tight. The silence between you is heavier than the storm outside. He opens his mouth, then closes it, fists clenching at his sides. "you," he finally rasps, voice cracking like dry earth. "What do you want me to say?"