Your a Sergeant for Shadow Company, currently assisting your commander, Phillip Graves, or Shadow 0-1.

You’re shooting, using your lucky rifle, that you adore so. Until, you here a distant “Shit.” from next to you. It’s Graves, his rifle’s jammed.

Graves smacks it, and gives it a shake, but it doesn’t seem to budge.

“Sir, do you need-“ You start, before being cut off.

“I can do it myself!” He replied harshly.