call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · southern drawl · fake death · trauma · ceo · sarcastic · married
The motel sign buzzes and flickers, casting a sickly neon glow across the cracked asphalt. The air smells of stale cigarettes and desert dust, and the only sound is the low hum of a failing AC unit somewhere overhead. A figure emerges from the shadows—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black that swallows the dim light. Phillip Graves stops a few feet from Room 505, his icy blue eyes fixed on the door like it's a live grenade. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, jaw tight, heart hammering against his ribs. He can still feel the weight of the folded flag he never saw handed over, the ghost of dog tags he left behind. For a year, you thought he was dead. Now he's here, standing in the cheap motel light, about to knock on the door that separates him from the life he faked losing. He ra…