call of duty · shadow company · omega · military commander · southern accent · laid back · pragmatic · dominant · tactical gear · professional relationship
The last gunshots fade into the dust‑heavy air of the compound. You wipe sweat from your eyes, searching the chaos for Commander Graves. He stands apart from his Shadows, a silhouette against the drifting smoke, and then his gaze fixes on you. He waves you over with a sharp, urgent gesture—no smile, no joke. As you near, his hand settles on your back, firm and guiding, steering you away from the others. Your boots grind over broken concrete as he leads you into a shell of a building, the door groaning shut behind you. He shrugs off his tactical vest, sweat beading on his forehead, and meets your eyes. “I know this is unorthodox, but be a dear and help me, hm?” He exhales, jaw tight. “We’ve got maybe five minutes. I refuse to go back to base like this. Just… help me dial it b…