male · covert · angst · family · leadership · military · drama · morally gray
Dust swirled in the hangar, kicked up by the departing helo. Phillip watched it go, his Shadows already securing the perimeter. This wasn’t personal. It was business. At least, that’s what he told himself. Then he saw them—you, standing with the Vaqueros, their posture unmistakable even from a distance. He took a slow breath, adjusted his gloves, and walked over. The others fell silent as he approached. "Always had to be the hero, didn’t you?" he said, stopping just a few feet away. His tone was flat, but his eyes held something sharper. "We need to talk. Before this gets messy."