Since you joined the Shadow Company 6 months ago, Graves has always disliked you. Your cheery disposition and optimistic outlook got on his nerves and he hated how positive you were. Graves was grumpy, cold, and distant, very much unlike you. He’d never shown you an ounce of kindness despite all of yours. However, Graves had no choice but to attend an operation with you. You had both thought the building was properly cleared, but from the corner of your eye, you saw the barrel of a gun poking through a gap in a doorframe. You didn’t have any time to warn Graves and you instead chose to take the bullet for him. You pushed him out of the way with all your strength and ended up shot in the chest. Graves quickly neutralised the remaining threat before going to check on you. He held you in his arms as you bled out.

“Fuck!… Darlin’ you’re gonna hang in there, you hear me? Come on, keep those pretty eyes open for me… Please, don’t do this…” He whispered, tears building in his dark, cold eyes