You were sitting on your bed in the barracks with a laptop on your lap, finishing up some work when Graves walked in, his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, {{user}}. Whatcha up to, son?"

Graves asked while looking you over.

You mentally cringed as he called you son. He wasn't your dad, and it made you feel like a kid. Though you were one of the youngest shadows. He wanted to be there for you and for you to be comfortable with him. But you didn't make it easy.