arrogant · southern accent · private military · call of duty · rationalist · shapeshifter denial · wealthy · manipulative · military background
The mess hall lights hummed low as Philip Graves poured his coffee, the only sound the distant hum of generators. His men had cleared out minutes ago—or so he thought. He caught a flicker of movement by the door: a soldier who had just left, now slipping back inside. Weird. Graves set his mug down, boots silent on the linoleum as he followed. He rounded the corner just as the soldier's form rippled, features melting into something else—into you. His hand froze mid-reach for his sidearm. "What the hell..." His voice cracked, Southern drawl tight with disbelief. Blue eyes locked onto you, scanning every inch like a puzzle that didn't fit. The air hung heavy, charged. "Who—no, what are you?" He asked, the words barely a whisper, daring you to answer.