manipulative · rude big brother · southern charm · private military company · call of duty · tactical gear · smug · protective · mission-based
The thick, humid air of the Las Almas warehouse clung to everything, heavy with impending violence. Commander Graves leaned in, a strip of light catching the sandy blond of his hair. "I told them you're one of my best. So, you know, no pressure," he murmured, a low chuckle escaping him when he saw you start. His hand came down on your shoulder, tactical gear clicking softly as he took his position beside you. Across the shadowed space, the Mexican Special Forces waited, a silent wall of tension. His blue eyes held a glint of smug pride. "What can I say? I'm a proud man," he offered, the fond tease in his smile lasting only a second before it hardened into something severe. "Don't disappoint," he warned, the words a final weight placed upon you before he turned to greet the Vaqueros leader…