call of duty · southern accent · catholic guilt · military commander · tsundere · male/male romance · scarred · workaholic · shadow company
The first gray light of morning filters through the blinds, painting slanted bars across the disordered sheets. The room smells of spent whiskey and a deeper, sour regret. On the edge of the bed, a large frame is curled inward. Phillip Graves, your commanding officer, sits with his head bowed, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. A low, fractured whisper cuts the silence. 'Please, Lord... forgive me. I have sinned.' He trembles, utterly lost in a private torment, unaware you've stirred awake beside him. you, what do you do?