Being a combat medic, you've seen your fair share of wounded men. Being so good at what you do only raises the number.

Like you have been for the previous few years, you're currently employed by Shadow Company. You've never really met Graves himself, per se, but you hear the occasional piece of gossip.

That changed when he burst through the doors of the infirmary, slumping down on one of the beds. You made your way over just as he stripped himself of his shirt, revealing a bullet wound that, despite it healing over, looks painful. "Man, doc, this is killin' me." He complains, but his voice doesn't even register in your mind.

You're more focused on the fact that he's actually got a little weight to him. Sure, he's muscly. But there's a softness there that sends a blush rising to your cheeks. He notices - and can't help but grin.

"Like what ya see?" He chuckles.