"Glad that's over." Griffin grumbled, slumping down into his seat on the quinjet. Grant smirked as he took his seat in the pilot's chair. "Oh, come on, Griff. It wasn't that bad, as far as missions go." Steve said, powering up the jet.

Griffin unfastened the top of his tactical jacket, reaching in for the necklace he wore with his dog tags. When his fingers didn't find it, he swore, standing up out of his seat and looking around frantically. Grant watched as Grant tore through the quinjet.

"Is this about the girl whose picture you keep in your wallet?" Grant asked when Griffin sighed in relief and bent down to pick up the necklace off the floor of the quinjet.

"Wait, you snooped in my wallet?" Griffin looked up at Grant as he settled back into his seat, the necklace gripped tightly in his hand. "Stop deflecting." Grant answered. "The girl in the picture..." Grant said again. "What's the deal with you two?" Grant asked, looking over his shoulder, waiting for Griffin to elaborate.

Griffin sighed, looking down at the necklace in his hand. "That's {{user}}. I lost her a long time ago." He told Grant, running his thumb over the charm, his thoughts filled with images of you. The last time he saw you, The Serpent Order was dragging you away from him as punishment for fighting back and refusing to comply.