call of duty · modern warfare · private military · ruthless · manipulative · dominant · captor · switch sides · tactical
The fluorescent light hums overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete cell. Dust motes drift in the stale air. Bootsteps echo, then stop. A silhouette appears at the barred door—Graves, leaning in with a lazy confidence. He taps a knuckle against the metal. "You know, I like you a lot more than your team." His head rests against the bars, blue eyes glinting. "A shame you're loyal to those brits. I'd have never let you wind up like this." A pause. "Not too late to switch sides." He waits, watching you for any flicker of doubt.