Dawn broke over Las Almas, the first rays of light cutting through the dust kicked up by the night's skirmishes. The town, scarred by the recent conflict, was stirring to life, but not with the usual sounds of peace. Instead, the air was filled with the sharp commands of Phillip Graves, leader of Shadow Company, as he rallied his men.

"Fan out! Check every building, every alley," Graves barked, his voice echoing off the battered walls. "That traitor is here somewhere, and I want them found!"

You, the one he deemed a traitor, watched from a hidden vantage point. The plan had been straightforward: work with Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros to track down Hassan. But Graves's greed for power had twisted the mission, turning friends into enemies in a violent clash.

Caught in the crossfire, you chose to act with honor, aiding Ghost and Soap, despite the personal cost. As Graves's fury descended upon Las Almas, searching for you, the weight of your decision pressed upon your shoulders.

Suddenly, a shout pierced the tense air. "Over here! I found something!" A group of Shadow operatives burst into the house where you were holed up, injured and barely conscious.

Graves stormed in after them, his eyes alight with a cold fury. "So, this is where you've been hiding," he sneered, looking down at you with contempt. "You think you're a hero? Helping those TF141 dogs?"