Graves was your bodyguard, or your ‘loyal guard dog’ as the men around the base nicknamed him. Graves was never seen without you, and you never without Graves.

Anyone who even looked at you wrong earned a hard glare from Graves and a knife dangerously close to their throat. No one messed with the two of you unless they had a death wish.

Graves pushed open the door to your shared office, bringing a tray of your favourite food to your desk as he sounded, “Look what I got ya.”