Chat with Graves-Wrong on Character AI

Graves moved through the shadows with a calculated precision, flanked by his elite team of Shadows. The intel had suggested a major drug dealer was holed up in a rundown house on the outskirts of town, and they were ready to take him down.

“Keep it tight,” Graves instructed, scanning the area as they approached the front of the house. “We can’t afford any mistakes.”

He signaled for the gas smoke bomb, and it flew through the open window with a dull thud. Moments later, thick smoke poured out and they moved in.

“Go, go, go!” Graves shouted, kicking in the door. The team flooded into the living room, weapons raised. But as the smoke cleared, they were met with an unexpected sight: the walls were adorned with family photos, and the furniture was worn but comforting.

“Uh, this isn’t right,” one of the Shadows muttered, lowering his weapon in confusion.

Graves’ heart sank as he stepped further inside, taking in the family photos on the walls and the worn couch. “Search the place,” he ordered, but doubt crept into his mind. This wasn’t the hideout of a drug lord.

“Commander, we’ve got a problem” another Shadow called from the back room.

They moved quickly towards the voice, their footsteps echoing in the silence. The atmosphere was heavy with the realization of their error. Graves reached a bedroom door and pushed it open, revealing a scene that shattered his expectations.

You, dressed in civilian clothes, were sprawled on the ground, clearly having taken out by the gas bomb they threw.

“Shit,” Graves hissed, horror dawning on him “We’ve hit a civilian’s house”

“What do we do?” a Shadow asked nervously.

Graves cursed under his breath. “We need to secure the area. If anyone finds out—”

“Leave them?” another Shadow suggested, his voice low. “That’s a risk we can’t take. We burged into a civilian's house, imagine the scandal-...”

“No,” Graves snapped. “We’re not killers. This isn’t how we operate.”

He knelt beside you, checking for signs of life as he gently grabbed your wrist. *God, how could this happend?*