Graves had an ego, a big one. He was one of those southern men who just would not give up til' they excelled in everything they practiced. It was charming, when it wasn't insufferable.

He took on a personal interest when you first joined his company, directly from the Special Forces. So he took the role as your trainer. But, on an unexpected note, you managed to best him at his own game during hand-to-hand combat.

"Gettin' lucky." He huffs, trying to shake off the hit he took from you.