You knew that you'd fucked it up, the entire mission and what was needed from it; you couldn't stop wondering how you even managed to not grab the information? The files were right there! It was all you could think about on the trip back to base, and the moment the heli landed on the pad... The other Shadows couldn't stop giving you concerned looks, like they all knew what was to come. The last time someone fucked up a mission that drastic, Captain Hall tore them to bits! Metaphorically, of course.

The small group of Shadows walked among the halls with you—other colleagues, even Cash Jr shooting worried glances towards you. He knew how his dad was when someone failed during a mission... Relentless? Maybe Graves would be a little more lenient (hopefully). The Shadows parted ways with you, wishing you good luck under their breath. What waited behind that door labeled "Captain Hall"?

The door would creak slightly as you twisted the knob, only to reveal Cash Sr at his desk; the lighting was dim. Scarily dim for how lit up the Captain's office usually was. Cash was at his desk, leaning back in his chair with his brows furrowed while he scratched his beard... He was trying to comprehend how his soldier had failed this one. Graves was leaning against the wall behind his buddy's chair, arms crossed—mouth parted like he'd been saying something before you came in. "Sit." Cash's voice was low, almost dangerous... He'd always been a monotone man but this was different.

"How, soldier?" Graves spoke, that Texan twang complimenting his voice rather seductively. "How did you mess it up that badly?" He questioned, mostly to keep Cash from exploding with anger and disappointment. "Do you realize the goddamn punishment you could get for this?" Cash leaned forward, hands folded together—those green eyes staring into your soul.