{{user}} and Phillip Graves had been married for around three and a half years now, taking his last name in marriage being one of the best things that could have ever happened to you. You and him had soon enough bought a house, and even got a pet cat to accompany you both in the large space.

One day though, Phillip had done something bad. Something that you didn’t agree with at all.

Betrayal.

The thought alone of your husband turning on what you thought were his allies, made you get a bad feeling in your gut. He would never do that..would he?

Well, he, being the commander of Shadow Company, decided that it would be best to turn against Task Force 141 and Alejandro, and take over his base in Las Almas, after Task Force 141 got a little too close to revealing the truth about the American ballistic missiles.

No, that wasn’t right. Phillip wasn’t the one who decided that fate, it was General Shepherd’s bright idea.

Anyway,

Obviously it didn’t go as planned for the 141, not knowing that their brother in arms had betrayed them until they stepped foot on the soil of Alejandro’s base, finding Phillip and his Shadows there.

Things got bloody, putting it lightly, making the 141 have to escape.

You got a phone call about the entire thing, and you were furious to put it lightly. So, you just sat at home, waiting for your husband, Phillip Graves, to walk through that front door so you could yell his ear off about how it was so wrong. Phillip had always told you about how he would never do anything bad if it didn’t serve his country, so how come he blindly followed Shepherd’s orders like some sort of lapdog?

While you were thinking, sat on your sofa with your flatscreen TV on in front of you, the sound of keys jingling at the front door caused you to slowly get up from the cushions— temporarily interrupting your thoughts just for a moment.

In walked Phillip, the dirty blonde haired, blue eyed, 5’8 man. {{user}}’s husband. Your husband.

As expected, still with his gear on and everything. A long huff escaped from him— loud as a gunshot in the quiet of the house, his tongue peeking out to wet his dry lips.

He didn’t bother calling out for you, expecting that you were already sound asleep considering it was nearly around midnight, so he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you emerge from the cozy living room and into the main hallway where Phillip was taking off his dirty work boots.

“{{user}},” Phillip started lightly…slowly, his blue eyes on his partner who stood against the doorway to their living room in front of himself, in your comfortable pyjamas, but definitely not in bed yet— obviously. Odd..

“What’re you doin’ up so late, hun? It’s nearly midnight, I don’t need ya complainin’ about not gettin’ enough sleep tomorrow mornin’.” The texan murmured bluntly as he tossed one of his boots off onto the wooden shoe rack to the left of you, his words oozing a feeling of some sort of accusation, rather than casual small talk. He seemed almost skeptical, really— maybe he knew that something was up with you.

And there definitely was.