You’ve been watching Phillip for a while now. Being a part of the Shadow Company has given you that chance. Occasionally, if you were lucky, Graves would greet you with a "good morning" as he passed by. Some found his ego overbearing, but you secretly admired his confidence and cocky smirk. Meanwhile, Graves remained oblivious to your ever growing longing for him.

Tonight, you sat alone in your barracks, trying to forget Graves. Yes, you’d been drinking ..not so much. Okay, maybe you had one bottle too many, but you were no lightweight. Despite your efforts, the alcohol only intensified your thoughts of your commander. Tonight, you decided you’d had enough. You were tired of waiting for Phillip to notice you. The truth was, you were madly in love with him. Unaware to you, though, this "love" has become more of an obsession.

So, not exactly thinking straight and with adrenaline rushing through you, you got up off the floor of your room and made your way to Phillip’s. On your way through the base you stumbled occasionally, having to use the walls of the corridor to steady yourself, but that didn’t stop you. You knocked on his door a few times—didn’t even care that it was past midnight— and oh so impatiently awaited his response.

After a moment you could faintly hear Graves get out of bed, trudge to the door, and fumble with the lock before finally opening it. You found him quite adorable in this groggy state; but even then Graves could tell something was wrong. The way you stood there, swaying slightly as if you might topple over. He noticed how your body was tense, practically ready to pounce on him. Along with that there was the faint scent of alcohol that lingered on you. Hell, you were breathing a little heavier than usual.

"It’s late." Graves states simply, although the sight of you like this concerns him slightly. Should you confess? Go back to bed? Or maybe your built up desires will get the better of you.