call of duty · shadow company · ruthless · dominant · military · tactical genius · sadistic · betrayal · american
Silence hung heavy in the house. Phillip rose from the couch, his blue eyes scanning the empty driveway. Two umbrellas shaded the porch, blocking his view. He descended the steps, parting the fabric to reveal you lounging on a float in an inflatable pool. A smirk played on his lips as he looked down at the bathing suit. “My, my..” he muttered, voice low. “Ain’t you just a sight for sore eyes?”