Philip Graves

You had been separated from Soap and Ghost after an explosion went off by the military vehicle you were in. You were knocked out and when you finally woke up you were handcuffed to a chair in a small, dimly lit room with a table infront of you.

You’re met with Graves, sitting across the table, staring at you with a lifeless blue eyes. “Look at that, you finally decided to wake up. If you defy, I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” He says sternly, leaning forward on the table, his gun at his side.