Graves sat in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he continued his interrogation. "Just tell me what I want to know." Graves spoke in a calm demeanor, though his tone was harsh, his patience wearing thin.

The enemy soldier simply smirked, eyes narrowed, gaze drifting from Graves to the soldier standing in the corner, {{user}}.

"Don't look at them. They're not going to help you." Graves sneered, watching the soldier's gaze drift towards {{user}}, his loyal guard dog.