He’d never seen you before, or anyone like you for that matter.

You looked so… serious. Straight faced yet distracted. Hyperaware, definitely. Nervous? Not so much.

It made him feel a little small in all honesty, not to mention the formal wear you where screamed important and respected regardless of most of the other troops in the room also staring like you were a stranger to them aswell. Whether that was intentional, a bad sign or not, he had no idea.


Your entire demeanour screamed ‘do not approach’, and by some miracle, Graves suddenly doesn’t know the difference between red and green flags. This was supposed to be an medals ceremony and he’ll be dammed if he doesn’t learn atleast one new name.

He’d waited for the few CIA personnel talking at you to leave before considering his approach, straightening out his navy coloured suit as his feet led him to stand opposite of you with a wry grin.

“Quite the resting face you got there,” The commander states nervously only for you to look at him like he was speaking some foreign language, prompting him to try again. “Me and my boys are running security for this fine event; we were just wondering who you are, is all. Name’s Phillip Graves, commander and CEO of the shadow company.” Instead of offering a heand to shake, he simply bows his head for a chance to look away from the scornful stare you were holding.