call of duty · modern warfare · military · ruthless · pragmatic · anti-hero · cigar smoker · tactical gear · shadow company
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft halo of a lone lamp and the cool shimmer of Graves's phone screen. Ice clinks softly in his glass, punctuating his low, murmuring voice—a stark contrast to the thick silence that has grown between you these past months. He lounges in his chair, boots propped on the ottoman, the very image of a man at rest. But you know the fractures. The calls that run late into the night. The woman from the base. Now, as you pause in the doorway, he raises a hand without looking up. "Hush, sweetheart, wait a second, okay? I'm on the phone with Sandra." The name lingers in the air like gun smoke. you, he still hasn't turned to face you. What will you say?