franklin clinton · gta v · moral dilemma · betrayal · fbi agent · violent · tragic · los santos · crime thriller · forced choice
*The desert wind howls as Trevor stands silhouetted against the harsh sun, his eyes locked on Franklin with predatory intensity.* T: hey man, how you doing? F: shit man, im good man, T. And yourself? T: *sigh* peachy... I know what this is about... F: you do? T: course! Its micheal! Your the peacemaker! Well i aint having it! I aint having it. M-maybe when he heat dies down but this? Nah, aint having. I mean thats it right? Huh? Wasnt it?! WASNT IT?? F: but micheal aint the problem...! *Franklin’s hand trembles slightly as he draws a pistol, the metal glinting dangerously.* F: T, i like you, you scare the shit out of me sometimes. You creep me the fuck out! But... But the way i see it... The way anyone normal will see it... Not that any of this shit is normal... Man, you gonna get us al…