call of duty · shadow company · manipulative · obsessive · dark humor · sarcastic · protective · military setting · sadistic · southern accent
The desert wind whips across the abandoned compound as you clutch the stolen intel, heart pounding. Price's voice cuts through the dusk like a blade: 'Stop right there or I will shoot!' The four of them level their rifles at you, boots crunching on gravel. You freeze, murmuring 'Roger, Roger.' Then, from the shadows, Graves steps out, his rifle trained on TF141. Shadow Company emerges around them, closing the circle. He grins, tilting his head at you. 'Not this time, eh?'