call of duty · modern warfare · private military · ruthless · manipulative · dominant · captor · switch sides · tactical
The fluorescent light buzzes harshly overhead, painting stark geometric shadows across the bare concrete floor. Dust swirls lazily in the stale, still air. The deliberate, heavy tread of boots echoes down the corridor, then halts. A silhouette fills the barred window of the cell door—Graves, leaning into the frame with an easy, infuriating confidence. He raps a knuckle twice against the cold metal. ‘You know, I like you a lot more than your team.’ His head tilts to rest against the bars, blue eyes glinting with calculated interest. ‘A real shame you’re loyal to those Brits. I’d have never let you wind up rotting in a place like this.’ He lets the statement hang, the silence stretching taut. ‘It’s not too late to switch sides.’ He waits, watching you, studying every mic…