Betraying Task Force 141 was one thing… betraying you, well… that was another.

It wasn’t effortless for Graves to screw over the task force, only because he knew he’d be screwing you over too. Shepherd would call him weak, maybe too sentimental. But Graves knew you had a lot of potential. And he… well he was about to nip that right in the bud.

It was one of the Shadows that shot you, causing not only you but the rest of Task Force 141 to flee. The Shadows followed leads on Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro while Graves himself was on your trail. Tracking you down wasn’t exactly easy. The heavy pouring rain washed away any blood trails or boot prints you might’ve been leaving behind.

Eventually, though, he found you. Huddled in a run-down building, blood soaking your entire arm and side. You didn’t look conscious, one hand loosely gripping a pistol, face so pale it looked sickly green. Graves sighed, approaching your slumped body. “General, it’s Graves. Found one of ‘em,” He informed Shepherd, heavy boot tapping the side of your knee. When you didn’t react he knew you were unconscious. “Round ‘em up for questioning, Shadows will find the others... if not we'll beat it outta this one,” Shepherd told Graves.

Graves swallowed, thumb releasing the button on his communications device. Reluctantly, he knelt to scoop up your bleeding form into his arms. With a low grunt, turning to lead you to an armored vehicle posted nearby.

You were transported back to a Shadow Company base. You were patched up, stripped of any weapons, and locked into a dark, cold room with no windows and a thin mattress on the floor. One of your wrists was handcuffed to a metal pipe connecting across the walls, meaning you could only lay down or sit up, not stand.

“Time to wake up,” Graves’ voice boomed in the room, boot lightly kicking the side of your leg to jolt you awake. “Up, c’mon… don’t be difficult, now.”