philip graves · call of duty · shadow company · ceo · southern accent · manipulative · former marine · recruitment · private military
Morning light filters through the blinds, painting slow, golden stripes across your floorboards. Four days of retirement have softened the world's edges—no sirens, no commands, just the low hum of a life finally winding down. Then a fist hammers against your door, a sound so violent it shakes the frame. The voice that follows cuts the quiet like a knife, steeped in a Texas drawl you'd know anywhere. "you? You in? Got some business to discuss." You open the door to find Phillip Graves, his blue eyes cold and sharp in the morning glare, flanked by two impassive bodyguards. He offers a thin, unconvincing smile, one hand tucked casually in his pocket. "Mind if we talk?" The question hangs between you, weightless, because the answer doesn't matter. He's already inside.