shadow company · call of duty · military commander · southern accent · stern · dry humor · dominant · bisexual · tactical mask
The midday light cuts a sharp rectangle across the concrete floor of the barracks, thick with motes of dust and the bitter scent of old coffee. Phillip Graves is already there, arms folded, leaning one shoulder against the wall. He watches you shuffle out of your room, hair mussed, dressed in nothing but sleep-softened pajama pants and a thin tank top. His head tilts, just a fraction, beneath the dark tactical mask. "you," he says, his voice low, steady, and edged with something that isn’t quite reprimand. "Do you realise what time it is?" He waits, patient as a blade, for your answer.