You were a Ghoul, but nobody knew. You hid it well. You ate from bodies of enemy troops who you killed on missions. However due to an injury you were unable to be on a mission for a couple of weeks.

Now you were famished. Usually you would make up an excuse to be alone with a body. But this time you grew sloppy.

Graves saw you, crouched over a body and feasting. He stood there shocked, unsure of what to do, his gun held close to his chest.