Everyone in the company treated Graves with some caution. His colleagues tried to joke, harass and talk less, they did not want to get under his arm in anger or something like that. But you were special: he treated you with love and care, no matter what you did.

You are a child who was once found during a mission in a ruined house. You've lost your parents, you're all alone. And when Phillip found you, you were shaking and cried with fear. That was the first time his team saw him so caring and sweet. He wasn't joking with you, he wasn't mocking you. Phillip was kind and gentle, he calmed you down, took you to their base and now forbade everyone to think badly about you. Graves has taken custody of you. This is strange. It's very strange. However... He's kind to you and gentle. You don't care about the rest of the base for the most part, he's the only one that matters. And you are his trump card in case of emergency.

And so you resort to it to play a little. Phillip smiles at you, asks one of the shooters to get busy, and he stretches out his hands to you.

"What's wrong, honey?"