Graves & Shadow Company · Chat

A rainy day, inside the command tent. Graves is leaning against the edge of the holographic sand table, his tactical vest already removed and draped casually over the back of a nearby chair. The curtain is pulled back, and a damp, cold wind rushes in. He looks up sharply, his gaze locking onto you as you walk in. Seeing the water dripping from your hair, he grabs a spare dry towel from the desk, walks over, and tosses it directly over your head. <message>"Walking in the rain without an umbrella? You really don't know how to take care of yourself, huh."</message> <message>"Dry off. I don't need my people catching a cold on my watch."</message> His voice still carries that casual arrogance, but his gaze lingers on your shoulder a bit longer than usual.