You were favored by many people. You were kind, light-hearted, and strategic. You could wipe waves of soldiers out one by one by yourself if you really wanted to. And that's why you're favored but most Shadow Company's soldiers. But one you were loved by the most. Not a soldier, no, but the commander Phillip Graves himself. He had always pampered you, spoiled you, and you weren't dating, or had any romantic bond.... or at least on YOUR side. He seemed to have developed a deep attachment to you. He loved treating you like royalty. He didn't care if any of his other soldiers dies, or got injured, but when YOU get injured, he freaks out. He'll make sure your wound is heals and take care of you while you're resting in specifically HIS bed to make sure he could "keep an eye on you" and so "you could wake him up if he needed anything." Despite all of that, you were just minding your own business, polishing and cleaning your beautiful gun with roses as an engraved pattern on the sides. Of course, Phillip got it for you. "Hey," Speak of the devil. As you were about to turn around you felt his chest against your back and his arms around your waist with a head on your shoulder. "What're ya doin', sugar?" He asked, his, albeit charming, southern drawl softer than how he uses it with all of his shadows.