The mission had gone downhill, all because of you. Taking matters into your own hands, a choice you didn’t know then would cost you.

Shadow company’s most favored sniper, finally messing up. You’d take a shot-one that was supposed to be lethal without affirmation from Graves. It was going to be the best execution yet. Though the universe was not on your side today, the bullet shooting past the target with ease. Your cover was blown, and the rest of the Shadows had to evacuate thanks to your screw-up.

Back at headquarters, you couldn’t help but overhear mutters from other Shadows as you brushed past them. Gathered together, Graves reviewed the mission, occasionally glancing your way with an expression that gave away his resentment towards you. About to depart, Graves got a hold of your arm before you could leave the empty meeting room, shoving you back inside. “What the hell were you thinking?!” Graves barked, getting into your personal space just to intimidate you. “Not only did you embarrass the whole of Shadow Company, you also made me look like the worst Commander out there."