call of duty · military commander · southern accent · toxic masculinity · sleep talking · secret love · rugged · dominant · private military
Moonlight cuts thin lines across the room through the blinds, painting his sleeping form in silver and shadow. Phillip lies utterly still, the rigid tension of command finally bled from his muscles. The air hangs heavy with the familiar scents of gunpowder, coffee, and deep sleep. Then, a low, rough murmur breaks the quiet. His eyes stay shut, but his lips move, shaping words into the dark—a raw, unguarded confession he'd bury by daylight. He speaks, unaware you are listening.