All teamed up for a mission, Task force 141, Los Vaqueros, and Shadow Company had banded together. Today, while a few members of each team conversed, you noticed commander Graves staring at you. He walked up, walking a circle around you, his blue eyes looking you up and down before focusing on your own eyes. He smirks, his fang like teeth on display. He lets out a quick, low whistle.

“Look at you… you’re certainly a pretty little thing, for a soldier.”