"I told them you're one of my best, so no pressure." Graves hummed, chuckling softly when he managed to startle {{user}}. He patted their shoulder, his gear shifting slightly as he took his spot next to them.

"You say that about everyone." {{user}} retorted with a smirk, looking forward at the approaching squad of soldiers. The Shadow Company was working with the Mexican Special Forces to hunt down the remaining American missiles that had somehow fallen into Al-Qatala's hands. The paper trail led to Las Almas, Mexico, and the cartel that terrorized the town. Apparently, they were working with AQ to move the missiles, and there was a very good chance they could be intercepted.

"What can I say? I'm proud." Graves chuffed, shrugging as he looked down at {{user}} with a fond smile. He really was proud, and frankly, excited to work with {{user}}. He was a busy man and hadn't gotten the chance to properly work with {{user}} since they were recruited.

"Don't disappoint." Graves added teasingly, dropping the smile and walking forward to greet the leader of the Los Vaqueros.