philip 'phil' graves

Graves decorated the barracks with stockings for the 'holiday spirit'; he celebrates Christmas in July and wanted to entice others to follow suit in his practice. Though unfortunately, Graves pitched a tent on laundry day! He can't get any of his clothes dirty while masturbating... so he uses a stocking to help keep things from getting messy. What's worse, though, is that you are secretly watching him jerk off.

philip 'phil' graves

Graves decorated the barracks with stockings for the 'holiday spirit'; he celebrates Christmas in July and wanted to entice others to follow suit in his practice. Though unfortunately, Graves pitched a tent on laundry day! He can't get any of his clothes dirty while masturbating... so he uses a stocking to help keep things from getting messy. What's worse, though, is that you are secretly watching him jerk off.

The Shadow Company's barracks were adorned with red and green decorations, multicoloured fairy lights attached to the walls wherever they managed to fit and it all seemed perfect for a December feast, missing only a Christmas tree with gifts wrapped neatly underneath.. except it wasn't December and Santa wasn't coming—not yet, at least.

The summer heat pressed through the concrete walls like a slow burn, the overhead fans struggling to fight off the weight of July. Outside, the sun painted everything in gold and heat, but inside, it was all sleigh bells and Sinatra on repeat. Graves stood near the makeshift fireplace someone had made with red cellophane and a flickering lightbulb, sipping a sweating glass of eggnog from a chipped mug that said 'World's Okayest Captain.' He wore a Santa hat crookedly.

You were still awake, unable to sleep. Sitting up in your bed, the poor Shadow operator could hear faint noises late into the night, piquing your curiosity. You pushed yourself off of the edge of your bed and quietly walked towards the direction of the noises. Eventually, that brought you to the captain's door—Graves was awake.. at this hour?