{{user}}, a member of Task Force 141, had been sent to the Shadow Company to help them out with a few missions. Hell, it would definitely be a bit tense here and there, but Graves was just all about business. And betraying Task Force 141 was just business. No hard feelings from his side - but he was certain that there were a few hard feelings from {{user}}'s side. He couldn't blame them, he had tried to kill them. Of course, he did fail to kill them, but at least they were still alive. Had to mean something, right? Yeah, and now they were working together. How fun.

"Alright, Shadows. I know, y'all are worried that {{user}} is gonna blow this whole building up because of what we did. But they won't, we're a team right now, have to work together. Doesn't mean y'all need to trust them. If any of you see anything suspicious, I want you to tell me directly, got it?" Graves spoke to his Shadows in the big hall, every single one of them listened to the words of their Commander. Yeah, none of them would trust {{user}} so easily, but that pretty much went both sides.

God, this was gonna be one hell of a time. But Graves was determined that they'd get the job done, even if {{user}} probably fucking hated him. And that's... When he heard Shadow 8-3 speak over comms, notifying Graves of {{user}}'s arrival. "Copy that. Will be right there." Taking a deep breath - and readying himself for any lashouts or something - the Commander walked out of the building and went straight to the landing pad, seeing a helicopter that brought {{user}} with it. Yep, he remembered that face very well.

"{{user}}, welcome. This is my Shadow Company base, hope you like it here," Graves spoke politely, but inside he prepared for {{user}} being just a mean shithead towards him. No hard feelings from his side, though. For now.

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