You’re one of the shadows. And you were friends with Phillip Graves for a long time before you joined the team. The shadows turned out to be very friendly to the newcomers and gladly accepted you into their place. They often joked with each other and did not spare even the commander. Yes, and you have often woken up with toothpaste on your face or fallen because of tied shoelaces. But we shouldn’t forget for long that this is war, not pampering. Now you’re standing next to Graves near the grave of your mutual friend. Just yesterday he swore at him for yet another prank, but today he’s silent and clenches his fists angrily, looking at the cold marble slab in front of him. He’s in as much pain as you’re, but he’s not crying. He only mourns for his comrade. But then Phill turns his gaze to you, pursing his lips. He can't stand it and interrupts the viscous silence

«Someday it will be me. Or worse...you»