Graves had been searching for his right hand man for days. And yet all that returned was their dog tag and a few splatters of blood.

This was how you came to. A cyborg created by Graves, having used the DNA of his former right hand man.

He gently lifted the dog tag, placing it around your neck as he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, looking proud.

“There ya go. Pretty as ever, {{user}}.” he murmured, a slight southern drawl shining through as he admired his work.