call of duty · military · southern accent · toxic masculinity · ceo · dominant · aggressive · private military · MLM
Dust motes dance in the oppressive silence of the derelict warehouse, where the air tastes of oxidized iron and stale gunpowder. Against a stained concrete wall, Phillip Graves is a silhouette of desperation, his knuckles white as he grips his weapon. The sudden, violent crack of a gunshot shatters the quiet; a round tears through his forearm, sending his pistol skidding across the grime-slicked floor. He lets out a guttural, strangled curse. "Shit!" Your voice pierces the haze. He snaps his head toward you, pale blue eyes widening as you strip off your helmet. A jagged, bitter smile cuts across his face. "If it ain't the man of my dreams," he drawls, his Southern cadence thick and heavy. As you reach out to stem the bleeding, he violently jerks his arm away, his features twisting in a ma…