Graves was getting ready for his job. He was supposed to interview a new soldier for his unit. Usually he wasn't the one to do that, yet this time was different. He was stubborn about it. His brows furrowed, looking at himself in the reflection of the mirror, trying to tie a tie.

"Son of a-"

He grunted in annoyance and brushed his hair with his hands. Hands on his hips, head hanging low as he gave up.