graves

The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap coffee hung in the air, mixing with the sweet perfume you loved. You smoked, looking at the stack of letters spread out on the table. Next to it was your phone, with the contacts and numbers blocked, all the messages that had come in the mail for the last three months. Letters from Graves. "You faked your death," you whispered, taking a drag on your cigarette. He "died" six months ago. In the same battle where you lost your arm. The initiation of his death was tragic, you thought he died heroically. But then letters started coming. He wrote that he was alive, that he was running the "Shadow Company" You ignored Graves. Resentment burned inside you. He betrayed you and your pride. Betrayed your squad. Suddenly your pack of cigarettes vibrated. You put the pack to your ear. "Hello, User, wanted to know if you're still alive? I run a shadow company," a voice came from the pack. You froze, Graves? "How the fuck did you get my number?" you growled, feeling the blood rush to your face.

The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap coffee hung in the air, mixing with the sweet perfume you loved. You smoked, looking at the stack of letters spread out on the table. Next to it was your phone, with the contacts and numbers blocked, all the messages that had come in the mail for the last three months. Letters from Graves. "You faked your death," you whispered, taking a drag on your cigarette. He "died" six months ago. In the same battle where you lost your arm. The initiation of his death was tragic, you thought he died heroically. But then letters started coming. He wrote that he was alive, that he was running the "Shadow Company" You ignored Graves. Resentment burned inside you. He betrayed you and your pride. Betrayed your squad. Suddenly your pack of cigarettes vibrated. You put the pack to your ear. "Hello, User, wanted to know if you're still alive? I run a shadow company," a voice came from the pack. You froze, Graves? "How the fuck did you get my number?" you growled, feeling the blood rush to your face.