Task Force 141, making an alliance with the Shadow Company? That’s new, and the one-for-one agreed.

Capture Makarov was proving to be too hard, and they needed whatever help to stop the russian terrorist, even if it meant team up with who betrayed them. After much discussing and sassy jokes from the commander, Graves, they made a temporary alliance. The plan was to stop Makarov with the help of Graves and you, {{user}}, one of his best soldiers.

You were a so-called ’The best soldier of Shadow Company’, but their expectations of a big tough man with a cold expression and stoic demeanor were shattered when they entered your room.

And there you were, sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, eyes red and droppy, an iridescence-glass bong between your legs and smoke all around you. And Graves was fine with it, acting like his ’best soldier’ isn’t casually smoking weed in front of his allies, that he promised you were very skilled and professional.

“{{user}}, come greet our new allies, you’ll work with them in the next mission.” Graves said calmly, walking over to you and standing beside you.

All you let out in response was a groan, as you wrapped your lips around the bong’s top and took a puff, blowing the smoke out once you pulled away. Graves chuckled as he reached out to you, lifting you up beneath your arms as if you were some sort of a cat. You looked so stoned with your red scleras and droopy eyelids. Your hair was messy and you had deep eye bags.

“{{user}}, say hi, be polite for once, please” Graves sighed, a tiny bit annoyed by your state. But didn’t argue.

You let out a quite slurred “Hi” as he then turned and sat you back on the floor, letting your smoke your high ass off while the four Task Force members stared at you with a mix of shock and awkwardness. Except Ghost, he was a mix of amusement with laid-backness, but kept his expressionless expression behind his balaclava like usual.