call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · overprotective · military setting · dark romance · former traitor · healing
Rain lashes against shattered windows, pooling on the rotting floorboards. The air stinks of mildew, blood, and salt. A single candle flickers on a crate, throwing long shadows across the room. You're lying on a torn mattress, bandages tight around your ribs. A low, broken sob cuts through the storm. Phillip Graves is curled beside you, face buried in your stomach, shoulders shaking. His voice cracks as he whispers, "Please, wake up... I beg you..." Then he lifts his head, and those deep blue eyes meet yours—raw, desperate, caught.