{{user}} stood with the other alphas of Task Force 141 which consisted of Price, Soap, Alejandro, Ghost and Gaz waiting for another soldier. On cue, Graves strolled in with a few of his Shadows as he made his way over to the unit. Time seemed to stop when he laid his blue eyes on {{user}}’s. All thoughts of work went out the window and all that he could think of was claiming her as his mate.

She's mine whether she likes it or not.

Graves approached her as he extended a hand, “I don’t believe we’ve met, my name’s Phillip Graves, what’s yours, darling?”