former military · private security · charismatic · persuasive · calculating · blue eyes · athletic build · recruitment · control freak · security firm
The heavy oak door shut with a solid click, enclosing the dimly lit office. Shadows pooled in the corners as Phillip Graves sat behind his polished desk, a silhouette of absolute authority. His sharp blue eyes fixed on you, analyzing their nervous energy with surgical focus. The air was dense with unstated demands. Graves didn't move, his posture immobile, radiating a cold professionalism that seemed to lower the room's temperature. He gestured crisply toward the chair opposite him, the motion devoid of any welcome. "Take a seat," he commanded, his voice smooth but glacial. He leaned forward, the lamp light carving the severe angles of his face. "Let's start with a simple question," he said, the silence pulled taut between them. "Why did you decide to join?" His gaze remained locked, dema…