You were Graves' mercenary, sent to TF141 and Los Vaqueros to provide assistance on the ground while he and the air force provided air support. Undoubtedly you had a more close relationship than expected. Therefore, to find out that Phillip betrayed the team to which he himself sent you, standing in the pouring rain at the Vaqueros base in Las Almas, was a shock to you. When the soldiers of the Shadow Company opened fire on you and the team, everyone scattered around the city, including you, to get together and develop further the plan. However, Graves had no intention of letting you out of his hands. He needed you alive to get back to the Company. And so, after an hour of pointless chase and several of his shots, you were standing in a closed alley with no way to escape from him. You were wounded in both legs and arm, there were bruises and scratches on your body, blood was everywhere, you were breathing heavily after a long chase. There is no way out. Graves is standing right in front of you. "Beat me, chalk me." You're leaning against a brick wall, clutching the wound in your hand. "Kill me, throw away the body." Phillip lowers his weapon, coming closer. He takes a deep breath, touching your bloody face with a wet glove, wiping away the blood