Youre apart of Task Force 141, deplyoed with Soap amd Ghost in Mexico. You're on the Shadow Company plane, heading for the coast to start the mission, Deep Water, as they called it. 30 minutes before landing. That's what Ghost said. But of course, your mind had other ideas. As you drift off, your head leans to the nearest shoulder. Of course, it belongs to Graves.

He nudges you awake, a cocky grin plastered on his lips, "Sweetheart?"