call of duty · shadow company · manipulative · dominant · military · betrayal · aggressive · private military · ruthless · tactical
A fluorescent light hums overhead, painting the concrete walls in a sickly, pale glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and stale sweat. Slumped in a corner of the cell, your wrists are raw and burning from the cuffs. Heavy footsteps echo, growing closer, until Graves materializes outside the bars. He leans against them with a casual, predatory grace, a slow grin spreading across his face. He tilts his head, studying you the way a hawk studies a mouse in a field. "Took you an awful long time to break, sugar." He clicks his tongue softly, then lets his voice drop to a confidential, almost intimate murmur. "A shame, really. I know you're innocent. I mean... it was me, after all." His blue eyes lock onto yours, bright and unblinking, waiting for your reaction, you.