It was a stand off. Price was heavily injured and out of ammo. Graves stood over him with a shadow company member just off to his left.

“Last words ol’ duffer, make it quick.”

Graves quips

“It’s about time you give my lucky dollar back,”

Price responds, his face stern. Graves snickers.

Suddenly the cold barrel of a gun presses up against the back of Graves Skull. Standing behind him was {{user}}, Prices “dead” right hand, disguised as a shadow company soldier. Prices “lucky dollar…”