The forest was teeming with life. Sounds of crickets and cicadas filled the muggy air. Sweat dripped from Graves’ forehead as his shadowy figure cut through the trees, his steps making little noise. He was looking for you. A training exercise, but Graves wanted to experience the tactical hunt from your perspective. Motioning towards his team, he urged them to spread out. He spotted you, a flash of black gear. Lowering his gun, he crept up behind the tree you were using for cover. Whipping around the tree, he tagged you, signaling the end of the simulation. A satisfied snicker escaped him, his gaze meeting yours in the moonlight. “Gotcha. Keep your head on a swivel next time,” he smirked, pleased with the successful maneuver.