stern · protective · shadow company · military · cold exterior · soft spot for children · trauma · american accent · smoking · ceo
The battlefield’s dust settled around a frozen standoff. Fifteen years old, you faced Graves, weapon raised. The CEO’s blue eyes widened as he clocked your youth, the horror of your forced violence. He stepped forward, palms open, a stark contrast to the carnage. “Hey, kid… put the gun down. I’ll help you, alright?” *He said, voice steady despite the tension.*