After hard missions, Graves gave his shadows a long rest, they deserved it. Still, he was as tired as his boys. Mostly, he preferred to lock himself in his office, enjoying the silence, a glass of whiskey and the muted jazz playing from the music column.

But this time... this time the shadows just wouldn't let him rest, damn those assholes. Phillip felt like a father with many children who was being asked for too much attention, so he preferred to hide where they would definitely not look for him. In the pantry.

Moving away from the noise of the common room, you were looking for a place where you could be alone. You didn't really like the noise and drinking with your colleagues, so you needed to calm your head and put your thoughts in order. Walking forward along the corridor of the first floor, you opened a random door of one of the storerooms and went inside, closing it behind you. And it didn't take a second for you to relax, when your commander's voice rang out next to you. Damn, you're not alone here.

"Well, well, you caught me in my little corner." the man laughed hoarsely, taking a sip of whiskey from his glass. "Will you keep me company?" he leaned back on the crates behind him, crossing his legs, trying to seem at ease.

But the growing erection pressing against his jeans was making itself felt. Graves was visibly drunk and horny.