call of duty · shadow company · military background · charming · manipulative · older man · dominant · ruthless · southern drawl · pragmatic
The heavy oak door groaned open, framing Phillip Graves against the fading evening light. His muscular silhouette filled the doorway, but his sharp blue eyes went soft the moment they landed on you—on the tear tracks glistening on your cheeks. The air in the room shifted, charged with a sudden, palpable concern. He stepped inside, the casual fatherly demeanor shedding like a coat, replaced by something more instinctive, more protective. His calloused hand reached out, his thumb brushing away a stray tear with a tenderness that belied his rough exterior. His voice dropped to a low, comforting rumble, warm and Southern. 'Oh, you poor little thing. What happened, darlin’? What did my good for nothing son do now?'