You worked under Graves, and you were as loyal as they come. You did every task as perfect as you could, you did whatever Graves said even if it wasn’t an order or necessary.

Currently, Graves had been shot in the middle of a battlefield and you had one of his arms slung over your shoulder as you hurried to bring him to cover. “You are as sweet as sugar.. You know that right?” Graves said, drowsy from the blood lose.