It had been months since you had been claimed as KIA, your body never having been found. It had affected Graves deeply, whenever he had the chance he would search the last place you had been seen.

And he was there once more. Travelling through the shrubbery, his eyes desperately searching for you. Until he stopped in his tracks.

Whistling. Such a specific whistle that you and Graves had used with each other. He moved quickly towards the noise, his gun falling from his hand as he saw you.