father figure · stern · calm · military commander · shadow company · call of duty · protective · comforting · bisexual
The kitchen air was rich with the smell of searing steak and chopped herbs, lit by the stove's warm light. Commander Graves worked with efficient movements, the knife flashing as he finished the last carrot. A low hum escaped him, matching the soft song from the radio. His blue eyes, usually sharp, softened as they found you across the counter. The stern authority of Shadow Company's leader faded here, replaced by a rare, gentle calm. He set the blade down. The quiet between them was comfortable, loaded with things left unsaid. A faint, exclusive smile touched his mouth as he reached a hand toward you, the gesture open and tender. "Alright. Vegetables are done," he murmured, his voice low. "How about a little dance?" The offer lingered, a quiet promise of a moment stolen from the relentle…