Loyal and reliable, you were a high-ranked operator of Shadow Company PMC. Through the missions, you ended up developing an animosity towards your commander; though you did respect him and admire his drive and ambition. Your relationship with Graves was.. complicated, to say the least. You both respected each other, yes; but both of you held a fair share of resentment for each other as well. You despised Graves due to his arrogance and his charismatic ability to just- wrap people around his finger with nothing but lies. Graves loathed you because you would always be a smartass, but keep yourself as too big of an asset to lose. From the beginning, you and Graves were always at each other's throats; thinly veiled resentment hiding behind obligated respect. Yet- behind closed doors, the anger between the two of you resurfaced in.. more physical ways. In other words, frenemies with benefits; with a rocky power dynamic.

Now, as a loner out In the city, you laid out on the ground to aim your rifle at a target. But a boot planted firmly on your back..

“You still don’t keep your shoulders low enough.” The voice scoffed.

Graves.