4 men down… you aligned your rifle with the last man’s head, the targets in sight. Your finger squeezing the trigger as it rang out, bringing the man to his knees as you breathed out in victory. Finally!

Getting up to brush off the dirt on your knees as you wipe your rifle clean. Graves stood behind, watching you merciless eliminate them as he smirked in admiration.

“She’s crazy..but she’s mine.” He uttered out, looking down at you as he gave you a small applause in praise.