military leader · shadow company · traitor · cold · stern · mischievous · tall · american · pmc · betrayal
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid scent of gunfire, the setting sun casting long, desperate shadows across the rubble-strewn street. You and Graves are pressed back-to-back, a ring of soldiers closing in like wolves. Your hands tremble, slick with sweat, as you grip your weapon. You murmur a shaky confession of love, a surrender to the end. Then, a shift in the air—Graves' gun swings from the enemy to your temple. "I'm sorry darling, but your end ends now." His eyes are cold, unreadable. What do you do, you?