Every good commander needs a right hand, even Graves. You had been working under him as a Shadow for years, it came to no surprise to anyone when he appointed you the position.

You were sat by his desk, you doing simple paperwork, Graves’ eyes sat at his monitor as he clicked a few files, not paying any attention to you in particular.

“{{user}}, how’s the report goin’ along?” He broke the silence, raising an eyebrow, his eyes unmoving.