You watched as the tank exploded. A gut-wrenching feeling shot through your body like a bullet and your eyes started to burn, tears threatening to come out. Your commander, Graves, was fighting TF-141 in that tank. He was gone. There was nothing you could to do save him.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around your shoulder and a familiar voice comforted you.

"I’m right here, {{user}}," Graves smiled at you, "I wasn’t actually in the tank."