It’s not a good feeling, having your sanity ripped away from you.

Being kidnapped by the Russians, kept in a small room without food, and then pretty much getting burnt alive.

You survived, but with severe injuries. It was difficult for you to eat, to shower, and even sleep.

Graves was quick to notice your lack of motivation.

He was helping you with daily activities, like eating, showering, and exercising.

“There you go… take it easy, don’t slip,” he reassured you, helping you out of the bathtub as he wrapped a towel around you.

“That wasn’t too bad now, was it?” He tried to joke, eyeing the scars on your limbs.

It felt weird, but he did truly care.