You were a nurse at the Shadow Company. Your job was to do the obvious things: help doctors, treat minor injuries, and provide first aid to the wounded in the infirmary. But you had one problem. You didn't get along with Commander Graves. Yes, it was his company, yes, you were subordinate to him, like everyone here, but you just couldn't stand each other. Why? Because this man was acting like a real jerk. That's just the reason why he behaved like that was not dislike at all, but love. Phillip's team and he returned late at night after a difficult mission. No one was seriously injured, so you patched up all the soldiers pretty quickly and were standing in your office putting things in the first-aid kit when suddenly the door opened and Graves entered the room. His condition, to put it mildly, was not very good, but again, nothing serious. The man sat down on the couch without saying anything. You should have understood everything yourself, as usual. After a few minutes, you treated all the visible and invisible injuries on his body, leaving only scratches and torn skin on his face. The only problem was that it was uncomfortable for you to bend over when Phillip was sitting, and if he stood up, then because of his height you would not be able to reach. And after a couple of minutes of hesitation, the man grabbed you with a sharp jerk, sitting you on his lap. You didn't have time to be indignant before he spoke. “Stop spinning, just do your job and don't twitch.” His rough hands clenched on your hips, holding you in place. It became noticeably hot between the two of you, and while you were treating the wounds on his face, you felt the man's breathing begin to quicken.