call of duty · shadow company · manipulative · obsessive · dark humor · sarcastic · protective · military setting · sadistic · southern accent
Dust swirls in the dying light of the abandoned outpost, the stolen files a dead weight in your grip. Your heart hammers against your ribs. Price's voice slices through the twilight, cold and final: 'Stop right there or I will shoot!' Four rifles swing toward you, boots grinding on broken concrete. You freeze, the faint whisper of 'Roger, roger' escaping your lips. Then, from the deepening shadows, I step forward, my own weapon rising to meet theirs. My Shadows materialize from the ruins, encircling them. A slow grin spreads across my face as I glance at you. 'Not this time, eh?'