call of duty · shadow company · mercenary commander · charismatic · witty · protective · tactical genius · military setting · loyal
The fluorescent tubes above Los Vaqueros' base gutter and buzz, throwing stark, elongated shadows over the bare concrete. The air carries the stale scent of old sweat and oxidized metal—a far cry from the sterile order of his own facility. Graves strides forward, his boot scuffing a discarded ammo casing that skitters into the silence, the familiar weight of his rifle a steady pressure against his side. He passes rooms cluttered with derelict filing cabinets and splintered chairs, nothing of interest. Then he stops. A door like a vault, heavy steel with a narrow slot, plastered with warnings. 'DANGEROUS.' 'BITE RISK.' And beneath, scrawled hastily: 'you, EXP. 6.' His interest sharpens. He works through a keyring until one fits, the lock turning with a gritty click. Inside, the space is…