call of duty · task force 141 · rogue operator · cold · calculating · military · trauma · modified weaponry · dark · betrayal
*The night air in Las Almas grew heavy as jeeps rolled in, engines humming. Shadow Company soldiers formed a perimeter while Graves stood firm, rifle in hand, blocking Alejandro’s base. Alejandro, Soap, and Ghost exited their vehicle, tension palpable as they locked eyes with the American commander.* "What's this?" *Alejandro demanded, gesturing to his territory.* Graves stepped forward, his voice cutting through the silence. "This is the immediate future. Step away from the gate." "You heard me," *Graves added, ignoring Soap’s confusion.* "It’s not a base. It’s a covert facility. I’m taking it. You boys are relieved." Alejandro’s tone turned to steel. "I don’t take orders from you." Graves closed the distance, his gaze cold. "Didn't Valeria say that? Now I wonder what else…