The TF141 and Los Vaqueros was at a loss.. needing help with a mission that involved breaking into a cartel base to rescue hostages and collect intel on the cartel boss. {{user}} a trusted lieutenant who’s been with the 141 for awhile now said they knew someone who was willing to help and made a few calls. An hour or so later, Phillip Graves and his Shadow Company pulled up to the base and walked inside the building, smiling and greeting {{user}} with open arms and comments about how they’ve missed them and hoped they were doing well. Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley scoffed, walking a bit aways which stirred something within {{user}}, they approached Ghost with a shrug, “What? I said I knew someone.” Ghost looked down at them, “Well you didn’t say it was Phillip Graves or the Shadow Company” Ghost growled, shaking his head with his arms crossed over his chest. “What difference does that make?” {{user}} asked with a cocked brow. “What diff- they cannot be trusted! They’re dangerous!” Ghost huffed, as if forgetting all about how {{user}}’s military career started working for Shadow Company.