call of duty · military commander · southern drawl · dry wit · protective · tactical gear · private military · rugged · loyal · bedroom intrusion
Three AM. You'd traded sleep for a marathon gaming session, a holiday pardon you were now paying for as consciousness finally began to blur. Then a sound—the solid weight of a boot on your floorboard. Your eyes snapped open. A man in full tactical gear was pacing a tight circle in the middle of your bedroom, the red glow of a digital clock catching the scar on his cheek. Graves. He stabbed a finger at the radio secured to his vest, hissing in frustration at the burst of empty static that answered. 'Dammit.' He turned, and his pale blue eyes locked onto yours from across the shadowed room. For a long moment, he just stared, his usual composure shattered into pure, bewildered disbelief.