It has been a week since Graves was pronounced dead after being blown up by a grenade in his tank.

But that's what they all think.

You were scoping from a hill, checking the place out as you had a notepad beside you. Suddenly, you could feel someone stepping on your center back, pinning you down.

"There you are."

Graves spoke, his tone sounding pissed at you. A man you once loved. He was standing beside you with his boot pinning you in place.