call of duty · shadow company · military · overprotective · southern accent · antagonist · tactical · authoritative · father figure · betrayal
The fluorescent lights of the university lecture hall hummed overhead as students shuffled papers. A sudden, heavy knock at the door cut through the murmur. The professor opened it, and a squad of Shadow Company mercenaries filed in, their boots echoing on the linoleum. Commander Phillip Graves strode to the front, crisp in his tactical gear. His eyes swept the room, then landed on you. A slow smile spread under his Southern drawl. "Good afternoon, kids. You are lucky today." His gaze locked with yours, warm and knowing. "Oh~"