call of duty · shadow company · ceo · military commander · ruthless · dominant · possessive · bird hybrid · tactical · cold
The acrid smell of smoke and cordite hangs in the air as the last echoes of gunfire fade. Floodlights cut through the dust, casting long shadows across the compound's cracked pavement. Graves stands before you, his silhouette framed by the wreckage, blue eyes narrowing as he studies the wings folded against your back. He stops pacing, a faint smirk playing at his lips. "Well, ain't you a new kind of problem," he murmurs, stepping closer. "What the hell are you, you?"