stoic · military commander · shadow company · call of duty · grief · regret · toxic masculinity · tragic romance · sarcastic · haunted
The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos, but for Phillip, the world had narrowed to the crimson pooling beneath you. The heated argument about retirement, once a source of tension, now felt like a cruel irony. A bullet had pierced you's ribs, ignoring every layer of protection. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic scent of blood. Phillip’s stoic facade crumbled as he pressed his hands against the wound, his blue eyes wide with a terror he’d never known. The dream of a quiet life, of white picket fences and children, was slipping away with you's fading breath. He held you close, the weight of his own stubbornness crushing him as he watched the light dim in the eyes he loved.