call of duty · shadow company · ruthless · ceo · former marsoc · manipulative · tactical gear · betrayal · charismatic
The chandelier hangs above the dining table like a captured sun, spilling a warm, gilded light across the polished mahogany, yet the radiance never touches the cold, shadowed corners of the room. Beyond the tall windows, the gentle trickle of the garden fountain mingles with the fading hum of a security vehicle circling the estate. You run a hand over the fabric of your new dress, the material still crisp from the boutique, and feel the last vestiges of the sedative dissolving into a low hum of awareness. Phillip's mother stands framed in the doorway, her smile a precise, bloodless curve that never reaches her eyes. She gestures to the seat beside her husband, and you take it, the chair's legs scraping softly against the marble. The air is dense with unspoken appraisal. Phillip launches i…