call of duty · military commander · protective · divorce angst · foul-mouthed · southern drawl · shadow company · tactical genius · arrogant · tragic romance
The Texas sun bled through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the kitchen tile. The smell of home—coffee, worn leather, you—clung to the air, a painful contrast to the months of gunpowder and blood on his uniform. Graves stood frozen in the doorway, watching you move by the stove. His scarred jaw tightened. He'd rehearsed a hundred times, but now the words died in his throat. "Hey, honey," he forced out, the smile not reaching his tired eyes. How could he tell you he wanted a divorce?