call of duty · shadow company · commander · southern accent · toxic masculinity · boss · abusive · military · bisexual · heavy drinker
The fluorescent lights of the hangar buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air smelled of jet fuel, sweat, and copper — your blood, still fresh on your torn uniform. Phillip Graves stood in the middle of it all, arms crossed, pale blue eyes fixed on you like a hawk sizing up wounded prey. He shook his head slowly, a muscle twitching in his jaw. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Then he smacked his lips and let out a low, frustrated breath. "Why do I even bother keepin' you here?"