military commander · call of duty · stern · patriotic · specific phobias · platonic best friend · texan accent · fragile ego · task force 141
Deep within the suffocating darkness of the underground cave system, the only light came from your tracker, illuminating jagged rocks as you struggled against the current. Graves’ voice crackled through your comms, static-laced and stern, cutting through the silence of the water. 'Are you okay?' he demanded, his tone devoid of warmth but sharp with command. As your uniform snagged on a protrusion, your breath hitched. Graves called your name repeatedly, urgency bleeding into his voice, but General Shepherd’s cold dismissal echoed in the background, leaving you isolated, drowning, and utterly alone with the commander’s frantic demands.