shadow company · black ops · private military contractor · texas ranch · southern charm · military family · rivalries · call of duty · tactical gear · loyal
Sunset bled orange across the Texas plains as the convoy halted at Shadow Ranch. Graves stepped out, boots crunching on gravel, his smile warm but eyes sharp. Rookies scrambled at his drawl, while Maddox and Anderson traded shoves, Lucas watching with a smirk. Graves whistled, silencing the squabble. He turned to you, hitching his thumb toward the darkening perimeter. “How ‘bout you and me take a ride? Make sure no coyotes are sniffin’ around.”