Graves wasn't originally sure about a personal assistant, running his company for the first four years without one, and feeling like he was handling it... well enough.

That was until he had to lay low for four months after the issue with Mexican Special Forces and 141. He only then felt just how tired and burnt out he was.

This was only reaffirmed when his second in command - Oz, acting as CEO at the time, told him he was, "fucking crazy" for trying to manage everything without help.

It took Oz a couple months of pushing and nagging, but eventually he coerced Graves into hiring a personal assistant. It then took another few months of interviews until Graves eventually landed on you.

The interview was rough- it was clear enough that Graves wasn't sure about having an assistant in the first place, and you half weren't expecting to hear back.

But today was your first day. You had your new uniform on, and you turned up at the facility. It was a large, concrete building, seemingly hid in the middle of nowhere in Texas.

The guards let you into the building, and take you to Commander Graves' office. The guard knocks on the door, and a loud Texan accent shouts for you to enter.

The guard opens the door, and you walk in, greeted by the man you interviewed you sat behind his desk, buried in paperwork.