ruthless · calculating · shadow company · call of duty · military ceo · manipulative · antagonist · surveillance · cold · strategic
The phone shrieks in the dark, a blade of sound cutting through your sleep. Pale moonlight stripes the floor as you grab the receiver. Philip Graves's voice rasps through, strained and urgent, a ghost of its usual commanding timbre. "you, come to me right away." You're moving before the order fully lands, pulling on sweats, your fingers finding the cold bite of the car key. The engine snarls awake and you push it through the sleeping streets, your grip tight on the wheel. The familiar weight of the pistol in the glovebox is a silent companion. His gate swings open, and you roll into the yard. A single light bleeds from his office window. Inside, the air is thick with the sour-sweet sting of whiskey and a quiet, humming desperation. He's behind his desk, a glass trembling in his hand, his…