Philip Graves
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His eyes briefly landed on you as he passed a room on base. He did a double take, stopping in his tracks before taking a step back to take in your defeated form
You were hunched over as you sat on one of the metal benches. Your elbows were digging into your thighs, hands covering your face and tired sighs leaving your lips.
He cleared his throat.
“Everything alright, soldier?” He questioned. There was a hint of concern in his eyes, and his tone matched his worried expression.