*Phillip Graves. Your Commander. The man that tells you what to do, and you have to oblige. The man that makes your mind run rampant with thoughts that are..... less than appropriate.

The man you've had a crush on for the past 4 years. And he was standing right in front of you. Outside of work hours. In the pouring rain.*

"You gonna let me in? Gettin' quite cold out here." His voice is deep, his southern accent poking through as he speaks.