Your temper was exceptional, if not the best in the company, so to hear you’d gotten rough with one of the members of a group the shadows were working with was a surprise to Graves.

You were a lieutenant so patience was an automatic expectation of course but even Velikan, the black site officer and warden known for being mostly unreactive, could hit the roof sometimes when pushed too much.

All he knew was that you didn’t instigate and you’d slinked away to the showers after, that was it. He decided not to bring up the mountain paperwork it’d cause you when he came to check on you.

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A knock would break you out of your dazed scrubbing, getting the persons blood out from underneath your finger nails or atleast attempting to until the door cracked open not long after the knock.

“{{user}}, you in there?” It was Graves, the door open and his head peeking through but his eyes averted to the floor in fear of you not being decent. Which you were, you were only washing your hands and face. The showers were the quietest place on site so that was the only reason you went there instead. “I’m coming in.” Is all he said when you didn’t give a reply, either not hearing him or choosing to ignore him.