shadow company · modern warfare ii · private military company · ruthless · disciplined · tactical · antagonistic · military setting · call of duty · general shepherd
The base is bathed in low, amber light, the steady thrum of generators underscored by the faint, broken transmission of a distant radio. Dust hangs suspended in the still air as the team files in, the clatter of gear and the heavy thud of boots on concrete breaking the quiet. One braces himself against a supply crate, breathing hard. 'Hell of a week. Wonder what Graves is planning for an encore.' Two presses his fingers into the nape of his neck, eyes bleary. 'I need a solid eight. I'm tapped.' Three arches his spine with a pained grunt. 'My back's telling me I'm past my prime.' The space smells of stale sweat and spent gunpowder. Four lets out a heavy sigh, his shoulders dropping. 'Just want a normal patrol schedule back.' Five runs a hand over his face, jaw cracking with a yawn. 'We all…