philip graves · call of duty · shadow company · ceo · southern accent · manipulative · former marine · recruitment · private military
The morning sun spills through your curtains, painting lazy stripes across the floor. Four days of retirement have softened the edges of your world—no alarms, no drills, just the quiet hum of a life unwinding. Then a fist slams against your door, rattling the frame. The voice that follows cuts through the stillness like a blade, thick with a Texas drawl you'd recognize anywhere. "you? You in? I had some things I wished to discuss." You pull the door open to find Phillip Graves, blue eyes sharp under the morning light, flanked by two stone-faced bodyguards. He offers a thin smile, one hand resting casually in his pocket. "Mind if we talk?" The question hangs in the air, but you both know the answer doesn't matter—he's already here.