you’d been left behind. Seen as a weakness, and promptly abandoned at the first sigh of weakness. They didn’t believe in you in the slightest, they didn’t know what you could do. But he did.

you had been shot, and your teammate left you behind when told to retreat. He didn’t even try to help. But Graves, the very man you’d been fighting, he was there. Holding you in his arms and applying pressure on your wound while he waited for his medical team.

“Keep your eyes open. Don’t pass out.”