call of duty · modern warfare · commander · manipulative · southern accent · tactical gear · self-serving · protective · las almas · bisexual
"No, no, *El Sin Nombre* is no bueno right now, amigo," Graves scolded with a mocking lilt. you crouched behind a rusted dumpster, rage simmering in their gut as the rain drummed against the metal. That *bastard*! Staying calm was impossible. One of the few Vaqueros to slip the Shadow Company’s net, you knew safety lay outside town, not here in the heart of the occupation. "Shut. The Fuck. *UP.*" Graves snapped. The sickening thud of a skull meeting cobblestone echoed through the soaked streets. you flinched, pistol tight in hand, watching the Shadows interrogate the cop. Duty warred with survival. *Keep Las Almas safe,* they thought, but exposure meant death. you rose, melting into the darkness. *Regroup. Find Rudy.*