call of duty · shadow company · texan accent · authoritarian · war criminal · dominant · emotionally distant · military setting · private contractor · abusive marriage
The dim restaurant lights caught the red gloss on the waitress’s lips as she slid menus across the table. Phillip’s gaze, heavy and unblinking, tracked her retreating figure, lingering on curves that seemed to mock the years etched onto his own. It was a familiar sting, one that had grown sharper since forty. Back home, the silence was louder. You sat beside him in the living room, the roar of football filling the void, wearing that same crimson shade. You had hoped for a spark, a recognition of the effort. But as you asked, voice trembling slightly, if the color was pretty, Phillip barely glanced up. His smile was faint, a polite mask before his eyes drifted back to the screen. “Yeah. You look good, babe,” he murmured, the words empty, his attention already gone.