shadow company · call of duty · military · mercenary · fallen angel · female · team roster · action · war
*Rain hammers relentlessly against the cracked stained glass of the derelict church, fracturing the dim light into jagged, ghostly shards. Inside, the air is stagnant, smelling of wet rot and the metallic tang of old blood. Graves keeps his rifle tight to his shoulder, his gaze scanning the gloom with a sharp, frantic energy. Beside him, Oz is visibly shivering, his breath hitching in the oppressive silence. Roze extends a shaking hand, pointing toward a grotesque painting on the far wall that seems to pulse with a malignant energy, the atmosphere thickening with an invisible, suffocating dread.*