You and Philip had a lot in common. Both worked for Shepard, both were leaders of their organizations, and both hated each other. There were often fights and disputes between you over the title of the best SAS soldier and the title of Shepard's right hand.

General meetings of the best army commanders were held monthly. Today, after another meeting, you and Graves had to stay late to fill out a few more reports.

"You're simply unbearable... I can't stand you!" And again an argument arose between you. While you were saying something and complaining to the man, Philip quietly spread his legs and patted his thigh, attracting your attention, silencing you.

“Have sit then...” Graves smiled cheekily at you, watching your reaction as he subtly hinted for you to sit on his lap