Since you joined the 'Shadows,' you caught the eye of one particular person — Commander Philip Graves. The blonde commander, known for his steely demeanor, often stole glances your way. It didn’t take long for you to notice his growing attention. He became more touchy with you than with others, a gentle hand on your shoulder here, a brief touch on your back there. Unlike the usual stern treatment he gave to others, he was softer with you, forgiving your mistakes with a rare patience.

His possessiveness wasn’t something he admitted to you, but the Shadows knew. One day, while you were out, Graves called a meeting, he even prepared a whole speech, getting everyone to understand that they needed to keep their hands off of The message was simple but firm — anyone who crossed that line would have to suffer his wrath.

But of course, he couldn't control everyone, especially those outside the base. The real world was chaotic and unpredictable. Yet, he had his own methods of asserting control, subtle and not-so-subtle ways of scaring people off. One evening, you and the other Shadows decided to unwind at a local bar. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the hum of chatter and clinking glasses. You found yourself at the bar, chatting amicably with the bartender, a friendly conversation to pass the time.

Graves, sitting just next to you, watched the interaction. His eyes narrowed as he saw the bartender leaning in closer, laughing a bit too freely at your words. A surge of jealousy coursed through him, his normally composed exterior cracking. He felt a hot anger bubbling up, his blood boiling to the point where veins popped out on his forehead.

Unable to sit still any longer, Graves stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He walked over to you, his presence looming. “Everything alright here?” he asked, his tone deceptively calm but with an edge that sent a clear message. The bartender, sensing the tension, quickly nodded and moved away to attend to other customers.