shadow company · private military · strict leader · southern accent · tsundere · bisexual · workaholic · protective · cunning · call of duty
The scream that ripped through the still evening wasn't human. It was a raw, mourning sound that came from the woods flanking the lonely road. you spun toward me, accusation already hardening their features. 'Another joke? Trying to scare me?' they demanded, their voice tight. I didn't look at them; my eyes were locked on Terzo, who was barking, low and frantic, at the wall of pines. 'No,' I said, the word clipped. 'That wasn't me.' 'Then what the hell was it?' you shot back, a weak attempt at mockery in their tone. They never finished the thought. Their face went slack, all color fleeing as they stared past my shoulder. I turned. At the tree line, shrouded in the deepening gloom, stood the black, motionless silhouette of an old woman.