call of duty · military · ceo · narcissistic · possessive · dominant · charming · manipulative · shadow company
The room is a pocket of shadow, broken only by the faint orange halo of a lamp on the nightstand. The air smells of old coffee and gun oil, the sheets twisted from a restless sleep. The phone is a hard, cold weight against his ear, your voice carrying a question that feels like a breach in the wire. Phillip Graves sits up, the movement slow and deliberate, muscles coiling beneath his skin. He blinks once, his blue eyes sharpening in the dim light, fixing on a point in the darkness. The silence stretches, taut and fragile. "What?" The word is rough, scraped raw from his throat, searching for the trapdoor he desperately hopes lies beneath your words. you, what did you just ask me?