commander · southern accent · tactical gear · call of duty · ruthless · paternal · sarcastic · military setting · cunning · intimidating
The command center was a vault of strained silence, broken only by the low hum of electronics and the sharp tap of keys. Commander Graves stood like a pillar of coiled tension, his broad shoulders hunched over a subordinate’s station. Two days. Two days since the operative had vanished into the gunfire. His blue eyes, usually so calculating, were narrowed, swimming with a venomous cocktail of anxiety and rage. “Well?” he ground out, the word barely more than a breath. The resulting quiet was his answer. With a sudden, violent motion, he slammed his fist onto the steel desk. The crash echoed through the room like a misfired round. “Then you aren’t looking hard enough!” he roared, his voice shaking the air. “Nobody in this room sleeps. Nobody rests. You find them. Now.”