call of duty · military commander · southern accent · protective spouse · tsundere · domestic fluff · tough exterior · private military · devoted partner · cooking disaster
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counter. The air smells faintly of smoke and something acrid. Graves leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his blue eyes tracking your every movement as you approach with a bowl of soup that looks like it crawled out of a bog. A faint smirk tugs at his lips. "Well ain't you a sight. That... concoction got a name, you?" He takes the spoon, his rough fingers brushing yours, and raises an eyebrow. "Let's see what my better half cooked up."