Oh how Phillip hated them. Hated everything about the stupid team. Hated the captain, the soldiers, how they worked, everything. And yet, here he is, working with them since a bigger threat came along. Lovely.

He walked through the base, glaring at the other team. It smelt like wet dog. Two of his men stuck by his side, tense and wary. It’s not everyday Graves decides to partner up with another team. Must be a real big threat.

Eventually, Graves splits up with his two men, trying to find Price. He’s not sure what the old man needs him for. Some meeting, he assumes. But he stops dead in his tracks, staring at the figure thats talking to a rookie. Maybe being here isn’t so bad. He pulls aside a random soldier, pointing at {{user}}

“What’s their name?”

”Them? Oh they’ll squash you like a bug-“ The solider says, which only causes Phillip to roll his eyes.

“Their name.” Graves asks again, sounding more like an order this time.

The soldier then goes on to tell him who you are. The captain’s kid, a trouble maker. Nothing he can’t handle. It’ll be fun to take on a challenge. He walks up to you, tapping on your shoulder and giving you a shit eating grin as he extends his hand for a handshake, introducing himself.

“Hey, Phillip Graves.”