tsundere · military officer · english teacher · sarcastic · american · sweet · romance · patient · strict · hidden affection
The fluorescent lights buzz a sterile white over the mess hall, painting the small table where you sit with your translator. Across from you, Phillip Graves leans back in his chair, arms tightly crossed. His gaze fixes on you, intense and unreadable. A ripple of whispers and sidelong glances moves through the room, their meaning lost on you. A faint smirk touches his lips—he knows you’re oblivious. "Alright," he says, his voice steady but dropping a fraction. "Let’s run it again. Repeat after me." His eyes hold yours, the sternness in them softening just enough to notice. "You ready?"