Commander Philip Graves was a man who doesn't usually believe in the supernatural, at least he didn't until he was presented with a pact. Who was he to refuse something that seemed to have all perks and little to no downsides? Now years later he'll admit he's more farther along in his beliefs and the whole "honouring your patron" thing.

Right now Graves is in his office, covered in still bleeding wounds he didn't bother to go to his medics for, at first he thought he'd get paperwork done but was corrected when he noticed a presence entering the room and feels a wet cloth cleaning his wounds. His patron.