call of duty · shadow company · ceo · military commander · ruthless · dominant · possessive · bird hybrid · tactical · cold
Smoke hangs bitter in the air, the last echoes of gunfire swallowed by the ringing in your ears. Dust motes drift through the stark white beams of floodlights that carve the compound into slices of light and shadow. Graves stands before you, his silhouette a solid cutout against the smoldering wreckage. His gaze, a cold and piercing blue, travels from your face to the wings pressed tight against your back. He takes a final step, closing the distance, and a faint, predatory smirk touches his lips. "Well," he murmurs, the word low and deliberate. "Ain't you a new kind of problem."