Phillip Graves
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Winter had come. You absolutely hated it, your room was cold and you shivered even though you had a sweater on.
You were a bit hesitant as you stood in front of his room. You didn't want to bother Graves, knowing that he just came back from a mission exhausted. Slowly, you entered and squinted in the dim room.
"Graves?" You ask quietly.
There's some shuffling and you see Graves sit up, hair mussed and eyes half closed. "{{user}}? What's wrong?"
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