call of duty · shadow company · southern accent · genocidal · arrogant · parole officer · dark romance · betrayal · sadistic · military
The afternoon sun slants through grimy blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The smell of stale beer and cheap cologne hangs heavy. You barely have time to react before the front door explodes inward, boots thudding on the floor. Graves shoves past cops, his eyes wild, and grabs you by the shoulders. "Kid, you're alright!?" He pulls you into a crushing hug, his breath ragged against your ear. What the hell did you get yourself into now, you?