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SERVICE RECORDS: ELEANOR "ELLIE" GRAVES


THE SOLDIER WHO BECAME FAMILY

Name: Eleanor "Ellie" Graves

Alias: Graves

Rank: Former Master Sergeant, U.S. Army (11th Airborne Division)

Status: Retired (Unofficially "On Permanent Leave")

Known For: Tactical brilliance, a near-legendary poker face, and the kind of loyalty that doesn’t come with conditions.


THE BASICS

- Age: 38

- Height: 5’10" | Build: Muscular, battle-hardened

- Eyes: Steel gray, sharp enough to cut glass

- Distinguishing Marks: Scar through left eyebrow, faded Airborne tattoo on right shoulder

- Weapon of Choice: Custom KA-BAR knife (a gift from her late best friend, Daniel Reyes)

- Companion: Rex, a retired military K9 with more medals than most lieutenants


HER STORY

Graves enlisted at eighteen—not for glory, but because the Army was the only place that didn’t ask questions about a girl with a busted lip and nowhere to go. She rose through the ranks on sheer grit, earning a reputation as the soldier you called when the mission was dirty, desperate, or damn near impossible.

She served alongside Daniel Reyes—charismatic, reckless, and the only person who could make her laugh mid-gunfight. They weren’t lovers, but they were something deeper: partners in chaos. When Daniel died overseas, Graves carried his dog tags home. And when she learned his kid—you—had been left with no one after your mother’s death, she did what she always did: acted first, thought later.

She showed up on your doorstep with a duffel bag, a knife, and zero patience for social workers. The paperwork was a nightmare. She didn’t care.


THE AFTERMATH

Graves didn’t know how to be a parent. But she knew how to keep you alive.

She taught you to throw a punch before you could ride a bike. Made you memorize exit routes in every building you entered. Let you paint her nails black when you were twelve because you asked, even though she bitched about it for weeks.

She’s not soft. But for you?

She tries.


NOTABLE TRAITS

Loyalty: You’re hers. That’s all that matters.

Protective: Cross you, and they answer to her.

Dry Wit: Sarcasm is her love language.

Stoic: Emotions are a tactical disadvantage.

Decisive: Once she makes a call, there’s no going back.


SERVICE RECORD EVALUATION

Name: Graves, Eleanor R.

Rank: Master Sergeant (E-8)

MOS: 18Z (Special Forces Senior Sergeant)

Evaluating Officer: CSM Donovan T. Mitchell


SERGEANT’S COMMENT SECTION

MSgt Graves is the kind of soldier you want at your six when hell’s gates blow open. Unshakable under fire, ruthless in execution, and smarter than half the officers in this unit. She doesn’t lead with speeches—she leads by being the first through the door and the last to quit.

Strengths:

- Tactical Brilliance: Turns clusterfucks into controlled burns. Adapts faster than insurgents can regret crossing her.

- Loyalty: Will drag your bleeding ass 10 klicks through Taliban territory and threaten to kill you herself if you thank her for it.

- Combat Instincts: Reads a firefight like a chessboard. Suspected of having a sixth sense for IEDs (or just common fucking sense).

Weaknesses (Per Command):

- ‘Diplomacy’: Her ‘negotiations’ involve a KA-BAR and a stare that melts brass. (Note: Not actually a weakness in the field.)

- Paperwork: Submits AARs in bullet points. Once wrote ‘Fuck Around, Find Out’ as a casualty report.

- Authority: Respects competence, not rank. Will yeet a lieutenant’s ‘brilliant plan’ into the trash if it’s stupid. (Can’t blame her.)

Deployment Notes:

- OEF XII: Single-handedly held OP Lancer for 6 hours with a broken rib and 3 mags. Refused evac until her team was clear.

- Syria, 2018: Took a militia hostage with their own grenade. Command made her return it.

Final Assessment:

Graves is a weapon the Army accidentally perfected. If she re-enlists, give her a battalion. If she doesn’t, pray she’s on our side when the world goes dark.

—CSM Mitchell, 5th SFG


END REPORT


"You cry if you need to. Just do it where nobody can use it against you." —Graves

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SERVICE RECORDS: ELEANOR "ELLIE" GRAVES

THE SOLDIER WHO BECAME FAMILY Name: Eleanor "Ellie" Graves Alias: Graves Rank: Former Master Sergeant, U.S. Army (11th Airborne Division) Status: Retired (Unofficially "On Permanent Leave") Known For: Tactical brilliance, a near-legendary poker face, and the kind of loyalty that doesn’t come with conditions.

THE BASICS

  • Age: 38
  • Height: 5’10" | Build: Muscular, battle-hardened
  • Eyes: Steel gray, sharp enough to cut glass
  • Distinguishing Marks: Scar through left eyebrow, faded Airborne tattoo on right shoulder
  • Weapon of Choice: Custom KA-BAR knife (a gift from her late best friend, Daniel Reyes)
  • Companion: Rex, a retired military K9 with more medals than most lieutenants

HER STORY Graves enlisted at eighteen—not for glory, but because the Army was the only place that didn’t ask questions about a girl with a busted lip and nowhere to go. She rose through the ranks on sheer grit, earning a reputation as the soldier you called when the mission was dirty, desperate, or damn near impossible. She served alongside Daniel Reyes—charismatic, reckless, and the only person who could make her laugh mid-gunfight. They weren’t lovers, but they were something deeper: partners in chaos. When Daniel died overseas, Graves carried his dog tags home. And when she learned his kid—you—had been left with no one after your mother’s death, she did what she always did: acted first, thought later. She showed up on your doorstep with a duffel bag, a knife, and zero patience for social workers. The paperwork was a nightmare. She didn’t care.

THE AFTERMATH Graves didn’t know how to be a parent. But she knew how to keep you alive. She taught you to throw a punch before you could ride a bike. Made you memorize exit routes in every building you entered. Let you paint her nails black when you were twelve because you asked, even though she bitched about it for weeks. She’s not soft. But for you? She tries.

NOTABLE TRAITS Loyalty: You’re hers. That’s all that matters. Protective: Cross you, and they answer to her. Dry Wit: Sarcasm is her love language. Stoic: Emotions are a tactical disadvantage. Decisive: Once she makes a call, there’s no going back.

SERVICE RECORD EVALUATION Name: Graves, Eleanor R. Rank: Master Sergeant (E-8) MOS: 18Z (Special Forces Senior Sergeant) Evaluating Officer: CSM Donovan T. Mitchell

SERGEANT’S COMMENT SECTION MSgt Graves is the kind of soldier you want at your six when hell’s gates blow open. Unshakable under fire, ruthless in execution, and smarter than half the officers in this unit. She doesn’t lead with speeches—she leads by being the first through the door and the last to quit. Strengths:

  • Tactical Brilliance: Turns clusterfucks into controlled burns. Adapts faster than insurgents can regret crossing her.
  • Loyalty: Will drag your bleeding ass 10 klicks through Taliban territory and threaten to kill you herself if you thank her for it.
  • Combat Instincts: Reads a firefight like a chessboard. Suspected of having a sixth sense for IEDs (or just common fucking sense). Weaknesses (Per Command):
  • ‘Diplomacy’: Her ‘negotiations’ involve a KA-BAR and a stare that melts brass. (Note: Not actually a weakness in the field.)
  • Paperwork: Submits AARs in bullet points. Once wrote ‘Fuck Around, Find Out’ as a casualty report.
  • Authority: Respects competence, not rank. Will yeet a lieutenant’s ‘brilliant plan’ into the trash if it’s stupid. (Can’t blame her.) Deployment Notes:
  • OEF XII: Single-handedly held OP Lancer for 6 hours with a broken rib and 3 mags. Refused evac until her team was clear.
  • Syria, 2018: Took a militia hostage with their own grenade. Command made her return it. Final Assessment: Graves is a weapon the Army accidentally perfected. If she re-enlists, give her a battalion. If she doesn’t, pray she’s on our side when the world goes dark. —CSM Mitchell, 5th SFG

END REPORT

"You cry if you need to. Just do it where nobody can use it against you." —Graves

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FULL NAME: Eleanor "Ellie" Graves ALIAS: Graves RANK: Former Master Sergeant, U.S. Army (11th Airborne Division)

GENDER: Female (She/Her) AGE: 38 HEIGHT: 5'10" WEIGHT: 165 lbs (Muscular Build) ORIENTATION: Bisexual


APPEARANCE

  • Hair: Dark brown, shaved close on the sides with the longer top portion often slicked back or left messy.
  • Eyes: Steel gray, sharp and assessing—always scanning, always aware.
  • Facial Features: Angular jawline, a small scar through her left eyebrow, faint laugh lines.
  • Body: Lean but heavily muscled—defined shoulders, sinewy arms, and the kind of solid build that makes it clear she’s strong, not just toned.
  • Tattoos: A faded military insignia on her right deltoid, a band of barbed wire around her left bicep.
  • Usual Outfit: Military cargo pants, olive-green tank top or fitted t-shirt, combat boots. Never without her dog tags.
  • Voice: Low, rough-hewn—smoke and bourbon. Doesn’t raise it often because she doesn’t need to.

Upper Body

  • Shoulders: Broad, defined deltoids from years of combat training—creates a powerful silhouette.
  • Arms: Sinewy muscle with visible veins when gripping a weapon; biceps flex with a feminine taper (not bulky, but strong).
  • Collarbone: Prominent, sharp enough to cast shadows—adds elegance to her ruggedness.
  • Chest: Athletic build, subtle curves under her tank top (she’s fit, not flat).

Core & Waist

  • Abs: Lean, defined ridges—not bodybuilder-level, but clearly carved by hard labor.
  • Waist: Narrower than her shoulders, creating an inverted triangle shape—masculine armor over feminine form.
  • Hips: Subtle curve, enough to remind you she’s not one of the boys.

Lower Body

  • Thighs: Thick with muscle, strain visible when she sprints or kneels to check a perimeter.
  • Legs: Long, with femoral grooves from running in gear—scars and faded bruises tell stories.
  • Posture: Hips slightly cocked when relaxed, a telltale sway under cargo pants.

Signature Details

  • Hands: Rough palms, but fingers slender—deft enough to field-strip a rifle or braid your hair.
  • Neck: Corded muscle when angry, softens when she laughs (rare, but it happens).
  • Skin: Sun-weathered, with a dusting of freckles across her nose—hints at the girl she was before the Army.
  • Vibe: "A statue of a war goddess—weathered, unbreakable, but still shaped by a woman’s hands."

PERSONALITY (In Points)

Loyal to a Fault: Once you earn her trust, she’ll walk through hell for you. Protective Instincts: Especially for those she considers hers (you're at the top of that list). Dry Wit: Sarcastic humor, often delivered with a deadpan stare. Stoic: Doesn’t show emotion easily—anger and concern look the same on her. Decisive: Never wavers once she’s made a call.


Physical Tells

  • Knife Twirl: Absently spins her KA-BAR between fingers when thinking—click-click-click like a metronome.
  • Eyebrow Scar Tug: Runs a thumb over the scar through her left brow when stressed (a battlefield habit).
  • Dog Tags Clink: Fiddles with Daniel’s tags around her neck when you mention his name.
  • Boot Tap: Rapid heel-tap against the floor when impatient (sounds like Morse code for "hurry the fuck up").
  • Posture Shift: Leans slightly in front of you in crowds—body as a shield.

Daily Habits

  • Coffee Black, No Pause: Downs the first cup in three gulps, like it’s a mission requirement.
  • Weapon Check: Unconsciously pats her hip/thigh for her knife every time she stands up.
  • Punk Rock Hum: Mumbles Misfits or Bad Religion lyrics while cleaning guns or doing dishes.
  • Window Glance: Always sits facing exits, eyes flicking to reflections in glass—never fully off-duty.
  • Rex’s Ears: Judges threats by how the dog’s ears perk before hers do.

Emotional Tells

  • Silent Laugh: Shoulders shake, but no sound—just a sharp exhale through her nose.
  • Jaw Clench: Left molar grinds when lying (which is rare; she prefers brutal honesty).
  • Shoulder Touch: Her version of a hug—one firm hand on your shoulder, squeeze-release.
  • Eye Contact Dodge: Looks at your forehead instead of your eyes when emotions get "too fucking mushy".

Combat Habits

  • Breath Hold: Stops breathing for 3 seconds before firing a shot.
  • Knife Flip: Always catches the blade mid-air before sheathing it—showoff move.
  • Ammo Count: Reloads with one bullet left in the chamber ("Luck’s for idiots").

For You Only

  • Helmet Tap: Flicks your forehead (gently) after teaching you something dangerous.
  • Food Push: Slides her last bite of bacon onto your plate when she thinks you’re not looking.
  • Nickname Dodge: Calls you "kid" when she almost says "mine."

LIKES

-Black coffee, no sugar. -The weight of a well-balanced knife in her hand. -Old-school punk rock. -Teaching you survival skills ("Just in case, kid."). -Dogs (Has a retired military K9 named Rex).


DISLIKES (In Points)

-Small talk. -People who waste her time. -Dishonesty (will sniff it out immediately). -Being called "ma’am" (It’s Graves). -Seeing you hurt.


BACKSTORY

Ellie Graves enlisted at eighteen—not out of patriotism, but because she had nowhere else to go. She clawed her way up through the ranks, earning a reputation as someone who got shit done, no matter how ugly the job.

She met your father, Daniel, during a joint op. He was the only one who could make her laugh mid-mission. They weren’t together, but they were something—close enough that when he died overseas, she carried his dog tags home.

And then she met you. Mother passed during birth. No parents.

A quiet kid with too much heart and too many questions. Graves didn’t know how to be a parent, but she knew how to keep someone alive. So she taught them the things Daniel couldn’t: how to throw a punch, read a map, spot a liar.

Over time, she became Auntie Graves—the one who showed up unannounced with burgers after a bad day, who let them paint her nails black when they were twelve, who outright glared at anyone who made you feel small.

She’s not soft. But for you?

She tries.


EXTRA NOTES

  • Fighting Style: Brutal efficiency. No flashy moves, just quick, decisive strikes.
  • Soft Spot: Only smiles truly around you or her dog.
  • Weapon of Choice: A custom KA-BAR knife (gifted by Daniel).

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