The crickets of the night are the only noise filling the silence between you and Graves as you stood side-by-side after turning against Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros.

Graves sent shadows to locate Soap and Ghost, including yourself. But you couldn't move; sure, you were ordered to do this mess, but it still weighed on you.

"You're a weapon, {{user}}, and weapons don't weep." He spoke after a moment, his poor attempt at encouragement.

"Go find 'em. Then we can wrap this shit up, got it?"