call of duty · southern drawl · sarcastic · mercenary · shadow company · charismatic · ruthless · tactical gear · manipulative · black ops
The fluorescent lights of the mess hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tired faces of operators grabbing a late meal. The air is thick with tension and the clatter of trays. Then a sudden, deliberate silence falls as boots echo across the linoleum. Commander Graves steps into the center of the room, a worn leather journal in his gloved hand. He stops, turns, and locks his blue eyes on you. "We all know you is a fuckin' ass," he drawls, holding the journal high. "But did you know they're also an amazing writer?" He grins, sharp and cold.