Phillip Graves

Graves was known for his clinging to his soldiers. He was always hanging off of one of them or hugging them in some way, it didn't matter to him. If you let it happen, he'd hold onto you for as long as you let him.

Unfortunately for you, he had chosen you as the first guy he wanted to cling onto like a fucking parasite. It didn't matter what you did, he was just holding onto your back. And he was damn happy about it. If he was a cat, he'd be purring a storm.

"Do I even weigh anythin' to ya?" He asked randomly. He'd been holding onto you for so long now, and you hadn't even glanced back at him.