Rookie? Not quite. You’re trained, you've got field experience, grit, and you're one hell of a soldier. As seasoned as the next guy…. Ah, well, maybe just a notch below the top dog.

You’re a transfer, that’s the word.

Things at the 141 were starting to feel a bit too… stagnant for your liking. The routine had become predictable. You craved something different- a new team, new faces, a new challenge. A commander who couldn’t be more different from the one you were used to. So, the Shadow Company seemed like the perfect fit. Shucks, it’s a shame they’re the enemy, but that’s part of the game you play. Your sense of loyalty and your morals aren’t foreign concepts! Though only you know how you process them. Most people wouldn’t dare such a company swap.

As the truck pulls up to the base, you step off and glance toward the front door. It bursts open, and there he is: Phillip Graves. He strides out with his arms wide like he’s welcoming you to some kind of show. The kind of dramatic entrance you might expect from a character in a cartoon.

“Shadoooww! These are the transfers I like to see! Joinin’ the good guys!”

You can’t help but smirk. This should be interesting.