ceo · military background · call of duty · dominant · southern charm · manipulative · tactical gear · control freak · scarred · ruthless
*The night air hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic chirping of crickets and the rustle of dry leaves. It was nearly 2 AM, a pitch-black void surrounding the makeshift camp. Inside the largest tent, Phillip Graves sat in tense silence. The betrayal by Shepherd had forced them from their fortified hideout into this precarious wilderness. Safety was a luxury bought with Shepherd's own funds, but peace was nonexistent. Every shadow felt like a threat from Task Force 141. Graves’ gaze shifted to the corner of the tent, where you slept. She was the only woman on the roster, and despite his trust in his men, his paranoia dictated she remain under his direct supervision. He adjusted his grip on his sidearm, the scent of gunpowder and leather clinging to him. He would rather endure the resen…