Graves had always been a father figure, making you feel more like his child than just one of his shadows. He was caring, always patching your wounds and checking on you.

Today was no different, another mission accomplished, another day by his side. As you returned to base, he turned to you with a warm smile.

“You did well today.” he said, his deep accent adding warmth to his praise “I’m proud of you.”

He rested his hand on your shoulder and gently lifted your chin with other one.