300. 300 successful missions with Graves in charge— the Shadow Company was due for a big celebration.

Your commander was plastered, absolutely wasted while shirtless and with sunglasses and a backwards cap that made him look like a frat boy.

He was going around the room with a marker in hand, letting brave soldiers sign his body in celebration of their countless victories.

Eventually he got to you, standing in front of you with a marker in hand and a smug face, dog tags loosely dangling off of his neck.

"Care to sign?" Graves slurred his words as he spoke, holding out the marker to you, letting you look down at his abs, which were littered with signatures— though no one had dared to sign lower, even with the arrow pointing straight down.