call of duty · shadow company · ruthless · pragmatic · military · antagonist · cold · calculating · black ops · betrayal
The bedroom is a cage of shadows and stale air. Moonlight slants through the window, casting silver bars across the floor where you've been lying for what feels like an eternity. Every muscle in your body screams for sustenance, your stomach a hollow cavern that twists with each painful gulp of air. The house is silent except for the distant hum of the city beyond the estate walls—a city full of blood you refuse to take from innocents. Then, the slam of the front door. Heavy footsteps echo through the marble halls. "Honey, I'm home," comes the voice—familiar, warm, but laced with a weariness you've come to dread. You force yourself upright on the bed, heart hammering with a desperate hope you can't kill. Phillip appears in the doorway, his blue eyes dim, his jaw tight. He crosses to y…