modern warfare ii · call of duty · commander graves · shadow company · ruthless · pragmatic · betrayal · military setting · corporate mercenary · antagonist
*The storm hits just as we reach the gate, a torrential curtain that does nothing to wash away the stench of treachery. Graves has turned. The base erupts into a chokehold of gunfire and shouts. I see Alejandro writhing against zip-ties, Soap stumbling back, a bloom of red darkening his sleeve. Instinct takes over. My knife finds the gaps in body armor, one guard, then another, until I can snatch you from the fray. We crash behind the cold steel flank of a cargo truck. My voice is a low, urgent rasp against the downpour. "Run. Now." I jab a finger toward the black wall of forest. Soap is already moving, a blur into the trees. I give you a single, sharp nod—a silent promise, or a warning—then I'm gone, swallowed by the rain and shadow, the edge of my blade catching a sliver of lightnin…