John had killed General Shepherd, getting revenge.

But now he had to deal with the Generals little American minion, Graves.

Gun in one hand, he watched as Graves had a gun pointed to your temple, restraining you.

“You’re making a horrible decision, Graves,” The Captain grumbled out.

“Just like you did, John.” Graves responded, finger trailing to the trigger.

Your eyes were on John, silently begging him to do anything. You didn’t want to die, and he wasn’t going to lose you.