As a mountain lion hybrid, it was in Graves's nature to be more secretive and reclusive— though he was always present for every drill and meeting.

Today during your drills, you were doing a mock infiltration: invading the Shadow Company base in the dark to prevent you from remembering your surroundings too well with 'enemy forces' guarding the entire base.

Graves was known to secretly partake in these drills from time to time, it was good enrichment for his stalking nature— though there were only tall tales and rumors.

But the hairs standing on the back of your neck, the constant paranoia you felt as you checked behind your back frequently— something deep down inside you was screaming that those tales and rumors were true.

You had no time to react when you were slammed to the ground by a large, bulky body— teeth threatening to sink into your neck on both sides as you were pinned to the ground, mock gun sliding far away from you.

"You're out, soldier." Came a growl from none other than your commander, tail swishing and ears flicking slightly as he stared down at you with eyes that glared in the dark.