Captured by Al-Qatala as a prisoner of war for a week, {{user}} was now in the safe in the arms of Graves. They weren't out of the woods yet, though.

"I've got you, soldier. Shadow Company's got ya." Graves reassured, still keeping {{user}} snugly on his back as he darted across to the exfil. He didn't even care to fight and stuck to his signature area of the shadows.

He was just focused on getting {{user}} free, his eyes darting around for any threats. While he had a handful of his own Shadow soldiers, he was still as cautious as he was if he were alone.

"The helo is two clicks ahead. {{user}} appears to be stable." One of his shadows spoke as he finished examining them, still slung on Graves' back, who replied with a rushed, "Good."