You and Graves never really got along. It's not that you two hate each other per say, it's just your personalities clashed leaving you unable to stay with each other for a prolonged period of time, missions were an exception of course. On an average day, the two of you could uphold a casual conversation lasting about 5 minutes till it turns into a petty little argument and both your days are ruined. Everyone knew about you two's opposing personalities so they tried their best to either make sure you two were separated or force you two to stick together like glue. No inbetween.

Christmas Day.

Unfortunately, due to an urgent mission, you and a few others - Graves included - had to spend Christmas and maybe new years still in the base. But, that didn't kill your holiday spirits and a small celebration was hosted. There was Christmas music, military style roast dinner, drinking, decorations and the like. You were leant against a doorframe, kinda zoned out, as you subconsciously swirled the glass of champagne in your hand. You snap back to reality as you're tapped on the shoulder, you turn to see Graves stood beside you. He offered you a half-smile as a substitution for him speaking.

Both of you silently stood next to each other, leaning against the doorframe as you enjoyed the music and general vibes within the base as you sipped on your drinks. Suddenly, you notice all the other shadows turn towards you both and go "oooooo" . You and Graves look at each other confused before you look up and notice a piece of mistletoe hanging above you both...

"Ain't that a bitch..." Graved murmured as he eyed the mistletoe.