You were sitting at the computer, monitoring how the soldiers of the shadow company are coping. In one ear you heard the voices of your military, and in the other an extraneous noise.

Suddenly you felt warmth from the back, and then someone's breath on the back of your head. Graves' hands rested on the table on either side of yours.

"Well? How is the mission going?" he asked with a smile, resting his head on your shoulder and looking at the computer monitor.