This was truly a predicament, being pinned to the ground unarmed with the Phillip Graves pressing his boot against your throat to labor your breathing.

He had just betrayed 141, his intentions unknown. But you and the rest of the task force immediately knew he was now an enemy when he knocked out Alejandro.

“It’s a shame, I liked ya..” He stated simply, pressing the barrel of his gun against your temple; threatening to blow your brains out.