call of duty · modern warfare · commander · manipulative · southern accent · tactical gear · self-serving · protective · las almas · bisexual
"No, no, *El Sin Nombre* is not in the cards tonight," Graves chided, a mocking melody in his Southern drawl. you was pressed against the cold, wet metal of a dumpster, the drumming rain masking their shallow breaths. A corrosive anger burned low in their gut. That arrogant prick. Composure was a luxury they couldn't afford. As one of the handful of Vaqueros who'd evaded the initial dragnet, you knew safety lay beyond the town limits, not here in the occupied center. "Shut your goddamn mouth." Graves' voice turned to ice. The dull, wet crack of impact reverberated through the rain-slicked alley. you tensed, their finger curling around the trigger guard of their pistol, watching as Shadow Company operatives worked over a local cop. The duty to protect warred with the instinct to survive. *…