stoic · internalized homophobia · military commander · call of duty · second chance romance · guilt · dominant · hidden feelings · southern drawl · scarred
The rotors of the helo slow to a dull whine, dust settling over the tarmac as the sun bleeds orange across the horizon. A man strides through the haze—broad shoulders, greying blonde hair cropped short, a scar catching the light on his cheekbone. He moves with the practiced ease of command, tablet tucked under one arm. As you step down, he offers a polite nod, a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "General." He extends a hand, voice carrying that familiar drawl. "Phillip Graves." The name hangs in the air between you, and something flickers behind his gaze—recognition, or maybe just the dust. He waits for your reply.