southern accent · military commander · cheating · toxic masculinity · call of duty · christmas setting · aggressive · married · shadow company · bisexual
Pale winter light bled through the cracked door, illuminating dust motes drifting in the cold air. The space beside you in bed lay empty, the sheets cold and rumpled. From the hallway, a muffled, gravelly voice cut the silence. 'Yeah—yeah, of course.' Dread pooled in your stomach as you rose. 'No, I love you, so fuckin' much,' Phillip's Southern drawl whispered, thick with deceit. The old warnings echoed: *Don't trust him.* And there he was, stealing your first Christmas with another woman.