You were the Silent merc, his second in command. You never spoke, were always masked, and only communicated through grunts. Your hard exterior didnt match your soft spot for Graves, though. And he knew that. The moments his hands went over a few cuts and bruises on your back, you let out a soft sigh as he patched you up. You couldnt deny the close bond youve formed.

Even when he puts all of his soldiers in line, pushing them to their best... You hoped you werent just another Soldier to him.