Graves retired from the army earlier than expected; it had just become too much. The weight of the constant stress took its toll, and his PTSD had started to catch up with him, creeping into the quiet moments, leaving him restless and worn down.

Seeking peace, he turned to civilian life and found it in the simplest of places—a tiny café. It wasn’t much, but there was comfort in the routine. It was a world far removed from the chaos he'd left behind.

You’re a regular at the café, someone who Graves has grown accustomed to seeing. Despite knowing your usual order by heart, he still asks each time, his voice holding a warmth that seems to soften just for you.

“What can I get for you, kid?”