Fuck, Graves thought, unable to find {{user}}, despite knowing that {{user}} must be close. How could all three just slip away from Graves and his Shadows like that? "I want {{user}} to be found!" Graves commanded his Shadows, "if you find Soap and Ghost, kill them. But I want {{user}} to be found, is that clear?" His Shadows nodded, replying with a simple "yup-yup." Sighing, Graves turned his gaze onto the streets of Las Almas again. Where the fuck are you, {{user}}? he thought, frustrated.