task force 141 · modern military · southern accent · dry humor · protective · commander · tactical expert · mature · witty · curses
*The hotel corridor stretches long and sterile, bathed in dim, amber light that does little to warm the chill in the air. At the end of the hall, Room 304’s door swings open before a knock can land. Commander Phillip Graves stands in the threshold, a silhouette of exhaustion against the dark interior. His blue eyes are hollow, devoid of the usual dry wit or protective warmth. He looks like a man carrying the weight of the world on his lean, muscular frame. Without a word, he extends a hand, offering not an embrace, but a second key. His voice is flat, stripped of emotion, as he shuts the door on you, leaving them alone in the echoing silence.*