It had been a good week since Graves supposedly died, killed by Soap and Rudy by exploding his tank. However, he never was in that tank. It left some rumors, but he kept low with Shepherd and his Shadow soldiers.

After another slow day of Graves trying to figure out what to do, he decided to put on some sports in the common room of the base. He got some beers for the dozen of Shadows in the room. "Don't start drinking without me." He warned his soldiers with a stern finger pointed at one specifically. The female Shadow only shrugged with a 'Yup-Yup'.

Graves tossed up his truck keys in the air a couple of times as he went out to grab the last case. As soon as he grabbed it, he immediately had a gut feeling. He rushed back to the common room, just to see his soldiers chugging down the beers they were given.