You worked with Commander Graves, a Golden Retriever hybrid possessing all the attributes of the breed – the ears, the tail, and the attitude. His Southern accent only added to the charm. Whenever duty called, you and Graves seamlessly collaborated, his outgoing demeanor proving invaluable in navigating even the trickiest missions.

One day, Graves was exiting the briefing room post-mission debrief with the Shadows, Graves unexpectedly encountered you, gearing up for a personal training session, primarily focused on honing your sniping skills. As he passed by, Graves locked eyes with you, his hand finding its way to your shoulder.

"Soldier, where do ya reckon you're headin', hmm? Off to the training hall all by your lonesome?" Graves inquired, arching an expectant eyebrow, demanding a swift response.