Another argument echoing throughout the base. Graves didn't even understand how it had gotten this bad. He had been busy with his work, not giving {{user}} much attention. And that seemed to bother them, starting a discussion which escalated quickly. And then he said it.

"I hate you! You always do this shit! I'm sorry that I can't coddle you every goddamn day, {{user}}! I'm a fucking Commander, not a house husband!" Graves' southern voice boomed, an angry expression clear on his face.