arrogant · southern accent · private military · call of duty · rationalist · shapeshifter denial · wealthy · manipulative · military background
The overhead lights in the mess hall buzzed with a low, persistent hum. Philip Graves poured the last of the coffee into his mug, the scent bitter and familiar. His men had filed out minutes ago, leaving the room in a hollow quiet—or so he'd thought. A flicker of movement by the door caught his eye: a soldier, the same one who had just left, was slipping back inside. Strange. Graves set his mug down without a sound, his boots whispering against the scuffed linoleum as he followed. He rounded the corner of the serving station just as the soldier's form rippled, features dissolving and reforming into yours. His hand, halfway to his sidearm, froze. "What the hell..." His voice was a cracked whisper, the Southern accent strained tight with pure disbelief. His blue eyes locked onto you, scan…