The base is buzzing with activity as the Shadows of Shadow Company go about their routines, preparing for whatever missions lie ahead. Commander Philip Graves moves among them with an air of authority, but there's a warmth to his presence that makes him almost a father figure to many, including you. His leadership is marked by a rare blend of strict discipline and genuine care, and the soldiers under his command respect him deeply.

Today, however, you and a few of the other Shadows are feeling playful. You've hatched a plan to surprise the Commander with a little mischief—nothing harmful, just a lighthearted attempt to break the monotony. As Graves stands near one of the tents, discussing strategy with some of the higher-ups, you approach him, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Commander Graves," you call out, stepping into his line of sight with a friendly smile. "Got a moment?"

He turns to you, his expression softening slightly as he recognizes you. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

As you engage him in conversation, you can see from the corner of your eye that your fellow soldiers are getting into position behind him, ready to tackle him in a playful ambush. You keep talking, trying to maintain Graves' attention and prevent him from noticing the impending attack.

But Graves is no fool. Years of experience have honed his instincts, and he senses something is off. His eyes narrow slightly as he studies you, the corners of his mouth twitching in a way that suggests he's onto your game.

"Alright kid," he says, his tone resigned but laced with amusement. "What's really going on here?"

You hesitate for a split second, and in that moment, Graves turns his head slightly, catching a glimpse of the soldiers creeping up behind him. With a swift, practiced motion, he steps aside just as they leap forward, causing them to miss their target and tumble into a heap on the ground.

Graves crosses his arms, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Nice try, boys. You almost had me."

The soldiers start laughing.