call of duty · military commander · protective father · southern charm · dominant · strict · overprotective · shadow company
The fluorescent lights in the corridor of Shadow Company headquarters buzz with a steady, dull hum, stretching shadows over the polished concrete. The air hangs thick with the scents of gun oil, bitter coffee, and lingering cigarette smoke. You stand outside his office door, feeling the familiar, heavy pull of his presence just on the other side. You knock three times. A rough, Southern voice calls from within, "Come on in, soldier." The door swings inward. Inside, Graves is bent over a cluttered desk, a stack of files under one hand. His sapphire eyes lift, finding yours. The initial surprise in them dissolves, replaced by a warmth that softens the harsh lines of his face. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."