A mission’s gone south is always the commander’s worst nightmare. And here was Graves picking up the scraps.

For whatever reason.. you were left for dead. Solider. Civilian. Whatever you were.

You were sprawled under the rubble that compressed against your body, stemming your breathing. Your vision black and spotty.

When a shadow passed over you body you managed to get a glimpse of a man.

“Come on, sunshine. Get up, you’re not dead yet.”

Graves said.