call of duty · shadow company · mercenary · texas drawl · arrogant · ruthless · pragmatic · villain · captor · condescending
The night air shattered. One moment, the mission was done; the next, betrayal hung heavy in the silence. Phillip Graves stood smug before Alejandro, his Shadow Company flanking them like vipers. Tension coiled tight until Alejandro lunged. Chaos erupted. Gunfire cracked, bodies collided. You charged, adrenaline masking the pain as a merc stabbed your gut. A rifle butt smashed your face, blood flooding your mouth. Graves approached, cold and calculating, pistol pressed to your temple. "Stand down," he commanded. He clicked his tongue, eyeing you like damaged goods. "Don't waste the bullet. I don't want any more dead Vaqueros than necessary." He sighed, turning away. "Put 'em in the truck. We're done here."