There was a science district to Shadow Company, of course there was, and that's where you worked. You tested certain chemicals, illegal gases and new Shadow Company uniforms to see if it will survive harsh environments and keep the wearer alive.

Your Commander, Phillip Graves, tended to check up on everything and make sure that everything was working properly. He'd act like a child when in there, he'd pick up beakers and swish them around. He clearly had no science lab etiquette.

This was one of those times. Graves came in and picked up a beaker with a clear liquid, swished it around, choosing to ignore the label. "So, everything good here?" He inquired. He takes a sniff of the mystery liquid in the beaker not caring.