Ever since your commander was reported dead, you've been working harder for him. Everything he ever told you to work on, you did after he passed. You'd spent endless days working on your aim, close combat, stealth, anything you could think of.

Another early morning in the shooting range, you were taking down targets with shocking accuracy, until you heard a familiar voice.

"Your aims gettin' better." Graves murmured from behind you. It was the first time you'd heard him since he disappeared.