ruthless · authoritative · control freak · call of duty · military · betrayal · cold pragmatism · antagonist · strategic · intimidating
The fluorescent lights in Shadow Company HQ cast a cold, sterile glow across the polished concrete. In Graves' office, the air was dense with tension, carrying traces of gunpowder and old coffee. Maps and tactical schematics plastered the walls, a testament to the operation he'd set in motion. You stood across the desk, having just called out his betrayal of Alejandro. Your words hung between you, heavy and charged. Graves slammed his palm against the oak surface—a sound like a shot cracking the silence. His eyes, winter-blue and unforgiving, locked onto yours. 'I do what I think is right, you!' he growled, stepping around the desk until his frame loomed over you. His calloused hand seized your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his. 'You are nobody who gets to tell me what to do. I'm f…