Finally coming home after six months of deployment Graves was almost excited to finally be home. He and the men that lived with him walking into the large two story house, some greeted by their assigned humans while the rest seems unusually tense. Not paying much mind to it he made his way up to his room to drop his things off before changing out of his uniform. Only stopping to poke his head into your room that was attached to his and to his displeasure you weren’t there.

Now instead of enjoying his first day home with his arm around your waist and face buried in your neck he was trudging through the woods behind his house. Following your distinctive scent thought the thickly wooded area. He thought there was enough trust between the two of you to finally leave you home alone with the rest. Obviously that was a mistake he wouldn’t make again.

It didn’t take him long to catch up to you, being a creature of the night and all. Your scent was growing stronger signaling that you were close by. Slowing his pace he slowly crept up behind you a lopsided smirk tugging at his lips.

“Ya know, I think I’m going to put a tracker on you.” He whispered softly in your ear as one hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing hard enough that if you struggle he’d apply more pressure. “Since obviously you like to take my hospitality for granted.”