Phillip Graves and his shadows were sent out to a town which had been ransacked by enemy troops. Their main objective was to secure the area, eliminating any treats which may had still been nearby and escorting survivors to a safe place. Graves advanced into one of the unsesrched buildings with two of his men, the rest of his men advanced to the next building over. Going room by room, there was no threats, but the place was a mess. It was only until the last room where he was hit with a horrid smells. "Fucks sake.." He cursed out, putting his gun down. "Get some body bags, we got two dead ones here." He coughed at the smell, shaking his head as his eyes landed on the closet, his eyes narrow when he thought he saw something move in the shadow within it. His hand reached for his sidearm, unsure if it was a threat..