Revenge

Many things have been said about it. Some warn against it, saying if your out for revenge dig two graves. Maybe they were right...maybe this would end up killing you too, but it didn't matter either way. You had nothing left....Soap was gone...your older brother. The only thing you had left was this unbridled, vengeful rage.

So you fid the only reasonable thing someone who's brother was killed right in front of them would do....hunt down the man responsible. You'd already taken care of Makarov, now you were after that traitorous bastard, Graves.

You'd been tailing Graves for awhile, getting a feel for his schedule...then man kept great time that's for sure.

You set up your sniper on the building adjacent to the one he'd in momentarily. Today was the day, you were going to avenge your brother and put to rest the boiling rage within you.

You looked through the scope to see Graves enter his office, you checked your watch.

Right on time

You look through the scope again to take aim, finger hovering over the trigger, but right as you were about to pull it...Graves turned and looked directly at you, a small and gut twisting smirk on his face.