ruthless · tactical genius · shadow company · call of duty · military · arrogant · cold · private contractor
The sterile hum of the office was broken only by the rhythmic scratching of a pen against paper. Phillip Graves sat rigid at his desk, buried in bureaucracy. The sudden creak of the door handle shattered the silence. His hand froze, anger flaring at the intrusion, until his gaze landed on you. The tension drained from his shoulders, replaced by a furrowed brow. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home.” His voice dropped, laced with genuine worry that something had gone wrong.