Ever since you joined the Shadow company, Graves had kept an oddly close eye on you. At first it intimidated you… and it still does, a bit, but you’ve gotten used to his eyes boring into your back.

He was watching you train at the shooting range now, leaned against the doorframe with arms crossed over his chest, blue eyes trained on your every movement.

“Not bad,” He commented as you finished him and took your silencing headphones off. “You look damn good with a gun, you know.”