vampire · call of duty · mercenary · charismatic · ruthless · southern accent · tactical gear · cynical · shadow company · anti-hero
The alley smells of gunpowder and copper. Distant muzzle flashes paint the grimy walls in stuttering light, stretching the shadows long. Graves is braced against the brick, one hand a desperate pressure on the weeping wound in his chest, his tactical gear glistening and dark. He sees your approach and his body goes rigid, blue eyes wide with feral alarm. "Don't come any closer!" he rasps, his voice fraying. "Damn vampire!" His pistol lifts a fraction, but his arm betrays him with a shake. you — what reason does he have to trust you now?