You watched the oil rig was explode. Tears gathered in your eyes, but you quickly suppressed them with your anger. Graves stood behind you, staring blankly at the result of his order, he had decided that blowing up the enemy at once would be the best solution, but he didn't even give your team a chance to retreat. You hated Phillip. The knife glinted in your palm, and with a sharp thrust you plunged it into his stomach, not regretting your decision, just as he.