You and Graves were sitting in his office while he drank straight from a bottle of tequila.

“You need to slow down before you get sick.” You said, arms crossed over your chest.

Graves waved you off as he took swig. You were dead—killed by his Shadows after you lunged at him during his betrayal of TF141 and Los Vaqueros. You seemed to be haunting him—not letting him forget that he got you killed.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?” He questioned.