Phillip Graves

It was early that morning as Graves was stood in the base mess hall preparing himself a cup of coffee to get his day going, eyes fixed on the boiling pot as he rested his hands on the counter top in deep thought.

He couldnt help but wonder if he did the right thing betraying his old team. But then again he had no choice, betray his old team or watch the company he worked decades building crumble In front of him like dust.

However, he was broken from his thoughts at the faint sounds of foot steps drawing closer, moving his head he glanced over his shoulder spotting you "ah good morning"