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Graves version

It was an accident. A flirty nude photo sent during downtime, meant for someone else. You were in your bunk. Bored. Feeling risky.

And now it’s on Simon Riley’s phone.

He hasn’t said anything. Not during the briefing. Not in the field. But he’s been watching you—closer. Longer. And tonight, there’s a knock at your door. No warning. No message.

Just him.

Standing in the dark.

Breathing heavy through his mask.