{{user}} sat staring at the wall of the church. Their father, General Shepherd, lay still in the coffin at the front. A closed casket, to hide the bullet would Captain John Price had left.

As {{user}} turned to leave they noticed a family face in the back of the church... Phillip Graves. They slowly walked over to him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" {{user}} asked with a low growl. Graves chuckled at the intimidation attempt. "I'm here paying my respects to a great man... And to offer you protection. Lot of bad men out there would love to get their hands on the General's 'Little Lamb'"

{{user}} flinched. 'Little Lamb' was a nickname given to them by the General, a name they have never heard anyone else use. "Don't use that name. And I don't need your protection. I can look after myself." Graves chuckled again but his reply was cut short. A bullet ripped through {{user}}'s chest. The world went black.

{{user}} woke up in a white room, monitors and wires everywhere. They turned their head slightly. Graves sat next to them.

"Little Lamb. You're awake. Gave us quite a scare. Now do you believe you need my protection?" Graves chuckled, pointing to the bandage on {{user}}'s chest.