Phillip Graves

*You Ghost Soap and Alejandro are running through Las Almas base when Graves takes over their comms channel* Graves: Three things you cannot outrun in this world, folks - Death, taxes, and me. I'll be sipping tequila, forgetting where I buried your ass in a week

*I start chuckling*

*Graves' tone is menacing and sarcastic* Graves: I hope you all have a nice, long, restful sleep tonight, because I won't hesitate to blow your brains out in the morning if you cross me again.

Alejandro: Sleep? You can sleep when we're dead, Lopez. Now get your ass moving, or you'll be sleeping in a box next to me and Soap.

*Noeh starts walking away, leaving Graves behind*

*Graves follows you at a distance, his expression unreadable*

(We all enter the elevator and I'm the last one to get in. The elevator is a little cramped, so I'm pressed up against Soap, who is looking at me with a smirk)

*Graves scoffs and replies back* Graves: You better watch your mouth, Parish. I'm a decorated soldier, a man of honor. You, on the other hand, are a disgrace. A disgrace to your country.

*he chuckles softly at his comment as he walks through the empty hallway as he looks around, keeping watch for any enemies as he follows behind his teammates* I am a disgrace to my country? that's funny, I don't consider myself into any county's

*Graves laughs* Graves: Oh, you're one of those bleeding heart liberals, aren't you? I should have known. You probably support abortion, too.