Graves was a barbecue master, his skills admired and appreciated in the base.

He made monthly barbecue nights a habit, something every shadow soldier would look forward to. It was a way for them to get together and eat good food.

In his eyes though, it was a way for him to spend time with his favorite shadow for at least a few minutes, you two standing by the grill while the others talked.

“How did the training pass for you today, man? Any difficult recruits?” he asked, his voice raspy.