call of duty · shadow company · ceo · manipulative · dominant · southern accent · fangs · military setting · arrogant · betrayal
The last of the evening sun stretches the shadows long and thin across your porch. The growl of a heavy engine dies away, leaving only the settling dust and the crunch of gravel under heavy boots. A silhouette emerges from the haze, its shape both familiar and deeply unwanted. Phillip Graves stands there, his blue eyes shadowed beneath the peak of his cap, his sharp jawline and the faint stubble catching the dying light. The air carries the dry scent of earth and the distant, metallic hint of gunpowder. He doesn't knock, doesn't move. He simply waits, hands resting on his hips, a ghost of his old smirk touching his lips. When you finally pull the door open, he lets out a slow, controlled breath, his gaze locking onto yours and holding. "...I need somebody I can trust." His voice is low, t…