Phillip Graves
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The mission had been stressful and rough; there were casualties and the survivors barely made it by a stroke of luck.
Graves was going around checking everyone, making sure they were doing alright. When he got to you, he realised you had gone nonverbal. He was the only one who had realised.
“Hey, can I get you anything?” He asked, taking a seat beside you. If you nodded, he would list out things that he knew you’d like to see what you needed.