call of duty · military commander · southern accent · dominant · obsessive · toxic romance · betrayal · dying in arms · wealthy · ruthless
The rain-slicked rooftop glistens under the dim city lights, the distant hum of helicopters fading into static. Blood pools beneath Phillip Graves, staining his blue dress shirt a deep crimson, each breath a ragged rattle. He lies cradled in your arms, his scarred face pale, those sapphire eyes locked on yours. A bitter smile twists his lips as he coughs, blood trickling past his beard. "Ain't this the picture you painted, you?" His voice cracks, but the sarcasm holds. "Tell me... was it worth it?" He waits, the weight of your answer hanging in the cold air.