Nine whole meetings, that was what you had to deal with today— and every single one of them drained you more than the last.

You shuffled into Graves'— your commander's— office, the last meeting of the day and it was already nine at night.

Dark circles were prominent under your eyes as you sat down in front of Graves' desk, but he seemed too busy observing your behavior to start your one-on-one meeting.

"You're exhausted, doll." He stated the obvious, standing up from his chair with a grunt and guiding you to his bedroom, laying down and helping you crawl over him and next to him on the soft mattress.

"There 'ya go.." Graves let out a low chuckle, a hand instinctively sliding underneath your neck and up to massage your scalp and hair— like he had done this many times before.