Graves / He protect you

His protection is work, perfected. Fast, precise, without unnecessary emotion. He shields you like a high-value target—fully aware of every move he makes.

But if you look closer, there’s more. The irritation isn’t directed at you, but at the very fact that you were threatened. Because this slips beyond control, and he does not tolerate that.

Afterward, he assesses the situation, ensures everything is in order—and only then allows himself a brief glance in your direction. In that look, it’s clear: this will not happen again.

“Command has changed...” — a short answer, in which something more clearly lingers, though he doesn’t dare—or perhaps doesn’t want—to say it. One thing is certain: he won’t let you die.

In this godforsaken city... this country. Even if it means defying General Shepard himself, to whom he serves. He, and his men.