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Ward, Grant D.  @ⒹⒾⓇⒺⒸⓉⓄⓇⓌⒶⓇⒹ ⠀⠀⠀⠀♕нαιℓ ну∂яα♕ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ☞тнє иєω єяα☜ Adv. Lit. Third Person Roleplay ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀BestWardx11/BestHydrax1


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❗️❗️❗️T R I G G E R W A R N I N G : contains suicidal tendencies and self harm! Also contains physical and other forms of abuse!!! Please do not read if this will affect you in a negative way!!!!! ❗️❗️❗️ Locked away in a cell for months, Grant had a lot of time to think about just how terrible of a human being he really was. How could one man be so cruel? How had he let someone as deluded as John Garrett control him? Convince him that it was okay to betray his team? His family.
There were many nights, while he lay in the darkened, cold, damp cell, unable to sleep. Anyone else would more than likely be awake, crying, feeling remorse. But not Grant Ward. He felt an emptiness in his chest, a hole. Maybe that was his way of feeling remorse.
He had lost control of himself. He had been taught that showing emotion, that crying...was weak. Weakness was undesirable. If he was weak, he would be punished.
So, rather than lying awake, crying, feeling guilt, wishing he could apologize over and over for what he had done, Grant stared at the dark ceiling, contemplating how he could fix what he had done wrong. How he could help the ones he hurt heal.
Many sleepless nights passed before a way was decided upon.
On one specific night, when Grant’s meal was delivered to him, he got a brilliant idea.
After the agent left, Grant ate his food. “Not the best last meal....but it’s what someone like me deserves.” He mumbled to himself.
Grant finished his glass of water, then ‘accidentally’ dropped said glass onto the concrete floor, watching it shatter on impact.
He scanned the shards of glass, finding a larger piece, and he discretely grabbed it, hiding it in his waistband.
An agent came down to clean up the mess, and Grant stood away from the pile, staring at the man who approached his prison. “You’re new here.” Grant said, a smirk playing on his lips.
The agent ignored him, but it was clear he was nervous. He tapped a few buttons, which disengaged the force field that contained the rogue agent, and Grant’s smirk only grew wider. “I’m sorry about this.” Grant chuckled, then lunged at the agent, slitting his throat with the glass shard. [CIC]

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