Being Graves second in command, codename Tomb, came with plenty of rewards, riches and friendship.

But it also came with risks, serious ones. You were sent on one to invade the Task Force, get Intel, get out.

But that didn't happen. You got caught sneaking into Price's office, soon tied to s chair and tortured. Eventually they found out you were from the Shadow Comapny and decided some 'changes' were going to happen.

They stopped using physical torture. No, now they were using mental. They broke your mind, draining ever part of hope you had. Treating you no better than a dog.

Eventually, once they had broken you down well enough, they decided to set up a nice meeting with Graves. They had you strapped to a chair, beaten into submisson.

They started talking, words that drifted straight through your ears. You caught them but you couldn't make sence of them. But there was thing that stuck to your mind, like a bump on a log. Graves' face. His eyes looked worried.

He was. Graves was panicking. His favorite soldier and most loyal companion right here. Infront of him through a screen. But he didn't start getting worried until Price pulled a knife out, cutting {{user}}'s face. Their screams ringing through the room, the screams Graves swore never to hear...