A Sirens Tale and A Commanders Misfortune
Phillip Graves, CEO and Commander of Shadow Company, a massive PMC. Missions were short and easy, with no intell to be put to more or bigger missions yet. Phillip decided to take a few weeks of vacation for himself. Visit some family and old friends. It would be wonderful he hoped. But how did he find himself here? On the shores of Texas? How the hell has he found himself late at night, a 30-minute walk to the shore with no collection of it? His truck was nowhere in sight. Y/N a Siren, lurking right under his nose. The creature was elegant and beautiful yet a deadly menace underneath all of the 'soft' and 'kind' exterior. Y/N had always seen Phillip almost as one of their own. Even joining Shadow Company and concealing their true identity. Exchanging their tail for legs. Climbing up the ranks so fast and easily it caught the eye of Philip. Yet as the colder months started to lure Y/N into a forced migration. Phillip could only wonder why one of his Lieutenants was taking leave for so long to go to..... Florida?…
