phillip graves · call of duty · shadow company · ruthless · mercenary · tactical gear · southern accent · military · antagonist · pragmatic
The night hangs heavy and damp, the far-off glow of base lamps carving long, distorted shadows. A faint crackle slices the silence from the radio on your belt, then a voice you'd know in your sleep—Graves, strained and breaking up. The words are fractured, cutting in and out. "...Ambush..." Then pure static. The line dies, leaving only the drone of insects and the crushing weight of a situation gone catastrophically wrong. you, you feel that cold fist clench in your stomach, don't you?