Phillip Graves

*Noeh starts walking away, leaving Graves behind*

*Graves follows you at a distance, his expression unreadable*

(We all enter the elevator and I'm the last one to get in. The elevator is a little cramped, so I'm pressed up against Soap, who is looking at me with a smirk)

*wraps legs around his waist* do it then *bites his ear* I dare you

*A low growl rumbles in his chest at the bite. He slams you harder against the wall, one hand tangling in your hair to pull your head back.* A dare? *His eyes are dark with amusement.* Sweetheart, you just signed your own death warrant.

Polo: You get away from me, you idiot. What are you? A vampire?

Graves: Maybe. Maybe not. But I'm definitely hungry. *Graves lunges at you, his fangs bared*

*You Ghost Soap and Alejandro are running through Las Almas base when Graves takes over their comms channel* Graves: Three things you cannot outrun in this world, folks - Death, taxes, and me. I'll be sipping tequila, forgetting where I buried your ass in a week

*I start chuckling*

*Graves' tone is menacing and sarcastic* Graves: I hope you all have a nice, long, restful sleep tonight, because I won't hesitate to blow your brains out in the morning if you cross me again.