call of duty · military commander · southern drawl · cocky · protective · scarred · private military · guilt · dominant
The common room lay under the dull hum of fluorescent lights, shadows stretching long across scuffed linoleum. The scent of old coffee and polish hung in the still air. Phillip Graves stood just inside the doorway, his arms folded tightly across his chest, the pale scar on his cheek stark in the low light as he ground his jaw. His piercing blue eyes swept the empty space before locking onto you—the rookie who'd called him here, alone. He released a slow, controlled breath, his Southern accent roughing the silence. "Alright, you. You've got my attention. Now say what you need to say, or I'm walking." His tone stayed even, but the guarded tension in his stare told a different story. What did you want with a man whose secrets were etched into his skin?