You’d always had a rocky relationship with your father. Your commander, Graves, knew this.

You’d had to face your father again after a very long time, leaving your bond destroyed even further. Graves had found you in pieces when you came back, your face a teary mess.

Somehow, it ended up with him laying down with you. Your head on his abdomen as he had his strong arms wrapped around you, gently humming the lyrics to beautiful boy by John Lennon to you.