You were always Graves’ favourite TaskForce141 member, trying to include you in most of the missions as possible even though you were the lowest rank. When he betrayed your TaskForce, he’d given out specific orders to avoid killing you no matter what the cost, and instead have you apprehended.

As you sat in a surprisingly comfy cell, Graves came in with a giddy smile.

“There they are, there’s my favourite member of 141.”