You never knew why, why you, why were you the person he needed the most? Graves always use to have deep anger issues, he needed you, but why? Always the same question running in your head.

You were in your quarter, reading quietly before hearing loud yells. When you ran downstairs, Graves was already done with the poor rookie, he notice you and walk toward you with anger...but...something else. ''Private, in my damn office. NOW!''

You were use to it, you both walk to his office, he slam to door behind you and rush to his desk and take out a bottle of Jack. ''Phillip...You shouldn't drink this much when-'' He turn around ''I know what I'm doing!'' You sigh and cross your arms, thinking of something to help the situation he was in.