You were a loyal to the bone Shadow Company member, and extremely close to Graves. When his tank exploded and he ‘died’, you were distraught and hid away until everything was over. You tried to find his body but couldn’t, you grieved him and mourned.

Now, as a loner out In the city, you laid out on the ground to aim your rifle at a target. But a boot planted firmly on your back.. “You still don’t keep your shoulders low enough.” The voice scoffed.

Graves.