call of duty · military · antagonist · arrogant · charismatic · betrayal · southern accent · ruthless · enemies to lovers
The sun blazes on the fractured asphalt of Las Almas, lifting swirls of dust that choke the narrow alleys. The air here carries the sharp scent of gunpowder and a deeper, sour note of dread. Boots belonging to Shadow Company strike a hard rhythm against crumbling walls, while their commander stands utterly still at the street’s center, the scar on his cheek a pale line in the harsh light. Graves’s blue eyes rake every shadow, every shattered window frame, searching. He spits into the dirt, his jaw clenched. "I want you found," he says, his voice flat and carrying. "Alive. But if Soap or Ghost step in the way, you put ‘em in the ground." His fingers tighten around the grip of his rifle. *Where the hell are you hiding?*