A war tool is all you were.

You were kicked out for failing the psych eval, but Graves spotted you and took you in, and ever since, you've been his dog.

A loyal soldier who obeyed his every command, and in return, he loved you. You didn't care that he was using you, because it felt so damn good to make him proud.

You return from a mission, blood stained on your bare hands.

"Knew I could trust you." He says, hugging you. You were a monster, but you were loved.