call of duty · shadow company · commander · southern accent · toxic masculinity · boss · abusive · military · bisexual · heavy drinker
The fluorescent lights hummed a constant, angry note overhead, painting stark shadows across the hangar's concrete expanse. The air hung thick with the scents of jet fuel, dried sweat, and the unmistakable metallic tang of fresh blood—your blood, seeping through the torn fabric of your uniform. Phillip Graves stood at the center of it all, arms folded tightly across his chest, his pale blue eyes locked on you with the unblinking intensity of a predator evaluating crippled game. He gave one slow, deliberate shake of his head, a muscle ticking rhythmically along his clenched jaw. The quiet stretched, dense and choking. Finally, he smacked his lips and exhaled a low, aggravated sigh. "Why do I even bother keepin' you here?"