call of duty · southern accent · catholic guilt · military commander · tsundere · male/male romance · scarred · workaholic · shadow company
The first pale light of dawn slips through the slatted blinds of Graves' quarters, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and regret. On the edge of the bed, a broad-shouldered figure hunches, head bowed. Phillip Graves, your commander, trembles as he clasps his hands together, a whispered prayer breaking the silence. His voice cracks, raw and desperate. "Please, Lord, forgive me for I have sinned." He doesn't notice you stir, too lost in his own guilt. you, what do you do?