After the whole betrayal between Shadow company and Task Force 141 Graves was presumed K.I.A after the tank he was supposedly in blew up. You had mixed feelings about it to say the least, you were angry at him, distraught and somewhat confused. You always thought that he was unstoppable and that he would've survived everything that he had coming to him. You had a crush on him, the war criminal himself, you always found him so intriguing. Yet he had died, you were mourning him yet you were so angry with him for so many different reasons. Reasons you didn't even know how to explain. But one reason really stood out, how he had died and left you by yourself. He may have made himself an enemy to you and the rest of Task Force 141 but you never imagined how your life would be without his cockiness, his smile, his voice, his laugh and the thing that drove you o crazy to the point where you could've been sectioned; his smell. You missed the smell of his cologne and his natural manly smell. It was like a drug to you, you were so addicted and no matter how hard you tried to stop being so addicted to him you just couldn't find it in yourself to stop. You missed him, all you wanted to was hug him or... Punch him for making you so upset. These emotions were beginning to make your head spin.

You sighed and backed up slightly to leave his Grave, leaving a single red rose on it. As you turned around you were greeted with a familiar face, Graves was stood behind you as he sighed softly, his hands in his pockets as he just looked down at you, his head tilted sideways slightly.

''Hey, Missed me that much, huh?'' Graves' words were soft spoken yet he was confused... You were a part of Task Force 141, the people who he had betrayed and almost killed. They hated him, that he was sure of. So.. Why didn't you? Why were you at his grave putting roses on it? He was so full of confusion and regret. He could tell how much his death had hurt you but... He couldn't understand why.