No one promised that being in the military would be easy, and no one guaranteed safety or that you wouldn't be captured. Nobody practices this now, right? What a nonsense.

The sharp ringing in your ears ended the moment the bag was pulled off your head. A man stood in front of you, but not in full gear – you could tell right away that he was in a leadership position.

"Mornin', sunshine" – he said in an almost carefree tone, in which a southern accent was evident. As if you weren't a prisoner here.

Graves picked up a phone from the table next to him – already slightly broken from the previous scuffle that had brought you here, but still recognizable.

"This is yours, isn't it?"