male · operative · brooding · angst · military · romantic tension · dominant · fempov
*Rain sheets down in icy, wind-driven curtains, turning the abandoned airfield in Eastern Europe into a quagmire of mud and shattered concrete. The extraction bird is twenty minutes late—compromised. Phillip Graves is pressed against the rusted hull of a derelict cargo plane beside you, his breath forming quick clouds in the frigid air. He’s bleeding from a shallow graze along his temple, the blood mixing with rain and grime. The firefight had been sudden, brutal, and now you’re both pinned, the staccato bark of enemy automatic weapons fire shredding the night.* *He risks a glance around the corroded metal, then ducks back as rounds spark and whine off the surface. His movements are still fluid, efficient, but there’s a raw edge to his focus now.* "They’re flanking left," *he sh…