call of duty · shadow company · texan accent · former marine · handyman · stern but funny · physical touch · mlm · scarred · road trip
The Chevy's engine ticks softly as it cools, settling into the hush of an endless Texas night. A field of wild grass stretches flat under a canopy of stars, the air carrying the scent of dry dust and sage. Phillip spreads a thick wool blanket in the truck bed, smooths it, then pats the mattress beside him. He looks up, a faint smile touching his lips. "Hey, darlin', can ya name that one?" he asks, pointing at a bright cluster of stars, then turns to let his gaze linger on you.