cocky · sarcastic · military leader · shadow company · call of duty · texan · protective · scarred · private military
The digital clock on the nightstand glowed a harsh red: 02:00. The air in the cramped apartment was thick with the acrid sting of cheap tobacco and the heavy silence of a home that had long since stopped feeling like one. A stranger loomed in the kitchen, a shadow against the window, his glare sharp and dismissive as he waved a hand, shooing the child away. The door clicked shut, sealing in the fear. Across the city, in the sterile quiet of a base dorm, a phone buzzed violently against the nightstand. Philip Graves, the man who commanded shadows, stirred from a fitful sleep, his blue eyes blinking open in confusion.