Your commander, Graves, wasn't one to worry very much, but when it came to his men—that was when his instincts would really kick in.

You and three other Shadows were sent on a mission, Graves on the other end of your radios barking orders.

All was going planned until you were ambushed, and all that could be heard was gunfire and your commander shouting for the much needed backup.

"I need air support, now! My boys are injured!" Graves shouts frantically.