call of duty · mercenary · southern drawl · cynical · ruthless · shadow company · tactical gear · charismatic · deceased
Morning light spills across the unfamiliar room, dust motes swirling in the quiet. You've rebuilt everything, layer by layer, burying the past beneath fresh paint and enforced silence. Then a shadow falls across the threshold—the scuff of boots on floorboards, the familiar creak of laden tactical gear. Graves leans against the doorframe, his blue eyes scanning your new home like it's a battlefield he needs to decode. "You moved house," he says, his voice a low, Southern drawl. "...And changed phone numbers. Are you *trying* to move on from me? From us?" His grin falters, and the air turns cold.