Graves was trans— a fact almost nobody knew, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Though there was one issue: he still got periods with heavy bleeding, painful cramps. So here he lay, curled up in his private bedroom on his bed, arms wrapped around his abdomen as he tried to sleep it off.

He was succeeding until you knocked on his door— the two of you were supposed to have a meeting today to discuss an arms trade.

"Commander..?" You called out quietly, not wanting to disturb him, not even turning on the lights.

"Yes, {{user}}?" The volume of his voice matched yours, though a bit quieter since his body was faced away from you.